Sometimes I do not leave the house, I felt safe at home. Sometimes he just wander at house or in my office. My friends or relatives dont bother to call me and yet he is always there cuddles me. My dogs are not trained but they know when I need their help, to be
able to hold them, they can return me to the present. They also give me a
purpose in life, a reason to leave the house and go for a walk.
My dog, Potpot, has become my best friend. I know he understands my
grief/anxiety and stress. I don't have to explain anything to him, I
can just "be".
He looks at me with wise brown eyes and doesn't judge me. I trust him
and he is always there for me. He comforts me and is always by my
side. He is a loyal boy. I feel safer when he is around and he
follows me around the house, protecting me.
My best friend is a dog....how sad is that?
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