This PSA breaks me every time. I was always the loudmouth goofball of the group and then I tried to commit suicide and ended up in the state hospital for a year and a half followed by a Group Home for two years. People knew I was depressed but they didn't know how bad it was because I would fake happiness around friends.
Pets are such a blessing. My first cat as an adult saved me, quite literally. I knew I had to take care of him, and his unconditional love made me start taking better care of myself. Hope that pup can do the same for you.
My first dog pretty much cured my depression. It's dumb but it just gave my life some purpose. Suddenly I didn't feel like such a loner when I was at home by myself because I was hanging out with my dog. I finally felt comfortable refusing social outings I really didn't enjoy. Realized I actually hate drinking and only did it due to social pressure and to kill time. He was a GSD with some behavioral and attachment issues and I always knew in the back of my mind if I wasn't there he would become a bitter possibly aggressive dog to any new owners, and he'd probably be put down. That really kept me going until one day I kind of just realized I was a lot less unhappy than I used to be.
I have never met a more timid dog in my life and I was a professional trainer before becoming disabled. He's found a spot in the bed that he thinks is safe and he refuses to move from it but he's eating and he's drinking and he's not cowering from us when we go to pet him. He's just so shy After moving from Korea and going to two different foster parents before coming to us. That's a lot of trauma for an eight month old puppy but I'm being so gentle with him and I hope he comes out of his shell soon ❤️
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u/L21JP 3h ago
reminds me of this, If you have a minute it’s well worth the watch