Two weeks ago, I went to a pet store to hold and play with little puppies for stress relief. I went right to a white little fur ball. He rolled over for a belly rub. I gave him one and we fell in love with each other. An hour later, I walked out with him. A 4-month-old purebred Pomeranian. I have named him Teddy. Everyone asks if it is because of Teddy Roosevelt. I just say, “suuuurrreee…” But no, it’s really because he looks like a teddy bear.
These past two weeks have changed me. I have noticed that I get more done and turn out better work. I ACTUALLY get up in the morning because now I have a reason to. I haven’t had suicidal thoughts in 2 weeks. That’s a record for me since my father passed. I noticed this and asked myself, “what changed?” Well, I now have a reason to live. I have something that truly loves me and I love it. We have a bond that I have never had with a dog before. It’s like he knows my condition and wants to heal me. Someone told me the other week, “he needs you and you need him.” I have had two people comment on how I glow now and seem happier. Teddy is my therapy. My life will never be the same. He has saved me.
I am working on getting him to therapy classes to train him to be a therapy dog. He makes me happy and is saving me from my depression. He makes everyone he sees happy. I want him to help others the way he helps me. My dream is to get him fully certified as a therapy dog and take him to the Children’s hospital here to spend time with the children there. We are working on it.
So, Teddy…I know you can’t read or talk, but I know you know how much I appreciate you. You have saved my life. I will never be the same. ❤