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How My Dog Saved Me From Myself

Honestly, I never thought a drooling, tail-wagging creature would be the reason I get out of bed some days. But here we are. My dog—let’s call him Max—doesn’t care if I’m having a bad hair day or if my life is a mess. He just wants to sit on my feet and look at me like I’m the best thing since peanut butter. There’s something weirdly healing about having a pet depend on you. You can’t just wallow when someone’s pawing at your leg for a walk or demanding belly rubs. Max has this uncanny ability to sense when I’m spiraling and will plop his head on my lap like, “Hey, you’re not alone.” I used to roll my eyes at people who called their pets family. Now, I get it. Sometimes, the best therapy has four legs and a wet nose. #Pets #Cats #PetLove

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