The Comfort of A Dog

Now as you see I have a dog with me. He is a dog that is with me for 24 hours, 7 days a week and he’s there for my PTSD and my diabetes. So without him I wouldn’t make it. Just a month before I had the phone call saying that I would get a dog for my problems I almost committed suicide. This was because of all the problems that I had. Problems, issues that I had that were not resolved, that are still not resolved but having to have this dog now it changed the whole aspect of my life. I got someone to take care of; he’s always there for me. I am always there for him. He gets me off the couch. I don’t have to stay in the basement by myself. He gets to take me out and I take him out for walks. I say he takes me out for walks but it’s actually me that’s taking him out for walks. He follows me everywhere and if I am not around well, he cries. He wonders where I am at and, you know, and he’s my dog. It’s amazing when I have bad dreams he will wake me up, prevent me from having a dream. If I am having an episode of PTSD he’ll jump on me or rub himself against me to distract me from my thoughts so that I concentrate on him so he senses that. There’s a chemical that we release from our body that they know and he’s able to detect that and with that he protects me and prevents me from going any further in my thoughts.