Can you be my Baymax?

I've been a messed up this month. My youngest dog dying from illness, a friend leaving the office, a new staff assuming my former tasks, a workmate/partner spending more time with that new staff making me feel a little bit unimportant and unnecessary, additional workloads, stressful work, a good friend who I made a prank just questioned me if I were really a real friend that , stuffs and issues that keeps on running my head, bothering me, confusing me, negative thoughts that's been bugging me this past weeks. 

Been crying and suppressing this pent up feelings inside. Nobody understands me I suppose. Only dogs can understand me haha, they are my Baymax, and I just lost one.