My Emotional Support Dog Is The Best
I love all animals. They can be cute, funny, annoying, or all three, but the thing is that they are always honest. There’s none of this back stabbing and talking behind the others’ backs. They simply find a way to exist with each other.
I have always had pets. I can’t remember a time… in fact, I am certain that there has never been one, when I have not had an animal of some kind as a companion.
ALWAYS THERE
Dogs have always been there, and as far as I am concerned, my house would not be a home without one. They give such unconditional love, and are always there, waiting for a kind word and a bit of a back scratch.
I really cannot even comprehend the people who choose to deliberately hurt them. In fact, I believe that there is a special place reserved for them in the fires of hell, but that is a topic for another day.
I adopted my dog from a rescue about seven years ago. She is a chihuahua, Yorkshire Terrier cross, who has enormous ears, a tiny frame and a personality to match the ears. She also seems to think that she’s a German Shepherd.
SHE IS MY WORLD
She is my world. I love her to pieces, and she has gotten me through some truly dreadful experiences. She is so completely tuned in to me, that she will wake up from a dead sleep if I am crying and come over to comfort me.
When I am having a bad time with my depression, she just comes and curls up in my arms. She gives me kisses to try and make me feel better and has a tendency to try and lick away any tears.
DEEP CONNECTION
She knows when I am anxious and comes to me, and has, on several occasions, prevented me from being hurt.
She is so tuned in to me that when I have a nightmare, she will lick me and paw at me until she has woken me up. Then, she will snuggle with me, and generally, stay awake to make sure that I am okay.
MAYBE I AM CRAZY
Now, some of you reading this might say that I’m crazy, and maybe I am, but I’m just telling you how it is for me.
I do know one thing for sure; without her, I would be completely lost.
