How My Dog Saved Me From Myself

So, I thought I was rescuing a dog. Turns out, he was rescuing me. I found Max shivering behind a dumpster, all ribs and eyes. I brought him home, half-expecting him to bolt the second he saw my tiny apartment. Instead, he curled up on my lap like he owned the place. Here’s the twist: I was the one who needed saving. Bad breakup, job stress, existential dread—the works. Max didn’t care. He just wanted belly rubs and to chase his own tail. Somehow, his goofy optimism started rubbing off on me. Now, every time he greets me like I’m the best thing since sliced bread, I remember: sometimes, the best therapy has four legs and a wagging tail. If you’re thinking about adopting, just know—you might end up being the one who gets rescued. #PetRescue #AdoptDontShop #DogLove #Pets #Cats