Six months ago I was spiraling. I went through a bad divorce and never really got over it. People cause me anxiety and back in November…things happened that I won’t go into.
After that, my parents were a big help. Also some other professionals had mentioned that getting a dog could help me deal with some things that I needed to. I’ve always loved dogs but I the state that I was in I didn’t think that getting a dog would be good for me or the dog; but my parents encouraged me and my sister in law ended up picking up this little puppy that came to me the week of thanksgiving.
I knew I needed something, and I knew I could care for a dog, but I didn’t know how much a dog could care for me. My nature makes me retreat within myself, this dog doesn’t let me do that. I go to the bathroom and it doesn’t matter if she is deeply asleep, she has to check the room for traps. When I am exhausted, she always has energy for me and it makes me get up in the morning. She doesn’t ask for much, food, water, toys, bathroom time, and she forces me to get out of my apartment.
I get so lonely. I get anxious when my head plays back the worst hits of the divorce. I miss my kids when I don’t have them. But my dog doesn’t have time for that shit. She makes me get up, clean the damn apartment, get food…and in return she falls asleep at my feet at night, and freaking sniffs my face when it’s time to wake up, and she protects me from her shadow and any other serial killer in the hallway that she can’t see.
I needed this dog. She saved my life.