My Story…

A year ago I received a message from a friend about taking a dog that her daughter did not want anymore. I was hurting from my previous pet. Blu was his name and Goldie was his wife. i was very attached to my babies. We had been through a lot. I had been ejected from my previous relationship and out of spite he gave my dogs to the pound. Yes it hurt. So when I got this text, no questions asked i took her. I was very depressed at the time and lonely. So Yoshi…That’s her name, came in right on time. I was broken and felt discarded. When Yoshi came into my life she needed me and I her. I started getting up in the morning. I was always chasing her around and hiding shoes that survived her attacks. All my show were on the dresser. Lord have mercy! It was like having a 2 year old. Though frustrated at times I still needed her. I was in weeping spells and she would lay across my lap and go to sleep. We’d wake up the next morning and go through the madness all over again. This literally ran me up and out of depression. Even no when I have my bouts she is there. When no one is visiting and calling I am still ok because it’s me and Yoshi.

Never Under Estimate the Powerful Love of a Dog