Dogs
How A Dog Saved My Life
The healing powers of dogs. My journey to emotional recovery.
Life is beautiful, but it’s also unpredictable. An unfortunate event can turn our lives upside down and push us into a journey of sadness and despair. Everyone handles death and sorrow differently; some find comfort when expressing their feelings. I admire that. It’s healthier than suppressing them. Many years ago, I experienced a loss. I am not ready to share that story, but I will share how a dog taught me to cope and saved my life.
I felt depressed, angry, unhappy, and lost. My mind was on autopilot while I worked. Three friends at work knew what happened; the rest remained unaware of the situation, and I preferred it that way. I knew I would break down if I shared my feelings. I didn’t want to mix my professional life with my personal one. I used work as a tool to distract myself from the sorrow. I smiled, joked, and laughed. People assumed I had a happy life; nothing could be further from the truth. I was overwhelmed with sadness. I couldn’t cry much or at all. Maybe because my little Chihuahuas comforted me. I don’t know what I would have done without them. They were an important factor in my recovery, too.
I became a hermit, and although that is not always a bad thing, the negative emotions I was feeling only…
