My Dog Knew I Was Broken Before I Did

Three weeks after my breakup, when I was surviving on cereal and self-pity, this scruffy mutt started showing up at my apartment building. Every day. Same time. Just sitting there like he was waiting for his Uber. I ignored him for a week because I could barely take care of myself. But he kept coming back, tail wagging like an idiot every time he saw me. Finally caved and gave him some leftover pizza. That was two years ago. Turns out Murphy (yeah, I named him Murphy because of course I did) wasn't just a stray looking for food. He was applying for a job I didn't know was open: Chief Emotional Support Officer. Now I realize pets don't just find us randomly. They show up exactly when we're ready to love something more than we hate ourselves. Murphy knew I needed saving before I did. Weird how that works. #Pets #Cats #petsofreddit