I haven't posted in several months -- mostly because I have just been so busy with school, but I've also been dealing with my own challenges (health an otherwise). Anyways, I was having a particularly bad night tonight & found myself here reading over some threads. I wasn't really planning on posting, but any of you who know me will understand when I say that I just couldn't resist chiming in about
pets and pain (and mental health)!
I have no doubt that if it was not for my animals, I would not be where I am today, both in life and my career. My dogs are my best friends, and often then only "people" who understand me. I feel closer to them than most humans in my life. No matter how horrible I am feeling, they are always there for me, and always seem to find a way to make me feel just a little bit better.
A couple of weeks ago, my dog and I actually became certified to work as a therapy dog/handler team. It makes me feel really good to know that my dog will be able to bring some of that ever important unconditional love and healing energy to people in need and who many not have anyone else to turn to for support. We are going to be visiting the assisted living and skilled nursing wings of a retirement community in the area, as well as participating in special community events -- all through a therapy animal organization run by my graduate school in conjunction with the university's mental health services.
As for my animals, I currently only have one (unless you count my snake -- while I love him & he is very sweet and gentle, he is quite independent & isn't exactly the warm, fuzzy, and huggable type). I have a 5 yr old golden retriever who is my entire life. Sadly, I just lost my second dog earlier this fall. She was a 6 yr old Bernese Mountain Dog who I had only just adopted as a rescue not even a year and a half ago.
Call me crazy for attempting to do this with all my health issues and being a full time graduate student in a rigorous program, but we (Rory -- my golden and I) are currently on the list to get another golden puppy, as Rory has been devastated since Maggie died. We were hoping to get a puppy in December, but sadly, the mom ended up having to undergo an emergency c-section, and none of the puppies survived. But the good news is that one of the breeder's other dogs just came into heat a few days ago. So if all goes as planned, we're looking at bringing home a pup in March. I know that raising a puppy is going to be a TON of work, but honestly, I think that it will be a good thing for me (and my current dog). Besides the companionship, it's one other thing to help keep me going -- both physically and mentally. I have thought about
adopting an older dog, as that would be less work, but I never do seem to choose the easy road in life...
Post Edited (skeye) : 11/12/2013 11:16:40 PM (GMT-7)