Well, here’s a giant cup of sads that will make you want to grab a bottle of something mind altering and hug your dog friend (if you don’t have a dog friend within reach, just cuddle with a cat in a dog costume or bottle of Jack in a dog costume…) under the sheets for the rest of the day. Nick Santino, an actor who was on All My Children and Guiding Light, took the expressway to the heavens by downing a bunch of pills inside of his Upper West Side apartment last week. Nick left a suicide note where he wrote that he just couldn’t go on after euthanizing his pit bull Rocco. Nick sent Rocco on a permanent nap, because his apartment building kept pressuring him to get rid of his dog. According to the New York Post, this is a piece of Nick’s note:
“Today I betrayed my best friend and put down my best friend. Rocco trusted me and I failed him. He didn’t deserve this.”
Nick’s problem with the bitches at 1 Lincoln Plaza started last year when they threw down a bunch of strict dog rules including banning all pit bulls. Rocco was a pit bull, so he was automatically a target of the building. The ban didn’t affect pit bulls already living in the building, but Nick’s friends and neighbors say he was still given shit for having one. Rocco wasn’t allowed to ride in the main elevators and he couldn’t be left by himself in Nick’s apartment for more than 9 hours. One of Nick’s neighbors say that she never heard Rocco bark, but somebody still complained about his barking and the building punished Nick with a $200 fine. Another neighbor said that building management harassed and poked at Nick about Rocco for months and months. Rocco’s vet told Nick that the pit bull was becoming aggressive and he blamed it on his own depression.
On his 47th birthday last week, Nick decided to say goodbye to Rocco and his dog was put to sleep. Nick called his ex-girlfriend at around 2 the next morning. A few hours later, Nick’s body was found in his bedroom by the police. He had overdosed on pills.
Nick’s friends say that just like his dog Rocco, his remains will be cremated.
Euthanizing a beloved dog friend you spent almost all your time with will fuck your emotions up and I’m sure Nick’s were already raw from his building management turning his home life into a living prison hell. Damn. Living in NYC is no fucking joke. If I would’ve known, I would’ve told Nick to come live in my building since dog piss (not from mine, I think) is part of the decor and the sound of a barking ass dog (not mine, okay maybe sometimes) is our official soundtrack.