The day he brought it back was also the time when his spirit fell to the bottom. Work is sluggish, love affairs are devastated like after the storm. He raised it not necessarily because he loved animals, but because his close friend told him to have something to force him to live for a while. Hearing that, he nodded, went home to look up the internet: "Does raising pets help relieve depression?". The results are stacked, but he chose to trust the dog because he is cutener.
In the early days, he and her seemed like two strangers renting a room together. He was afraid that she would bite his sandals, she was afraid that he would turn off the lights. He gave me a bowl and it floated. He moved, it was exposed. He was sad, it broke him. But it was also from the vicious cycle: feeding, cleaning, taking a walk, bathing, apologizing to the neighbors, he gradually forgot that he was sad.
Every morning, she called him up with a very sacred ritual, using a frog's nose on his face. He was allowed to sleep on the grill and had to go out and talk to people who were also taking the dog, without understanding how they were strangely happy. They told me about cats that know how to open the refrigerator, and children that swear like rappers, while he started to tell me about raising another creature to save his spirit.
Taking care of pets, after all, is a very strange type of therapy. It doesn't ask him what he's like today, but looking at him with carefree eyes, it seems like he's always the best thing in his day. It doesn't advise him to be strong, but teach him to be patient, from waiting for him to go to the toilet in the right place, to understanding that there are creatures that only need to be loved is enough. Once he had a high fever and lay on the bed. The dog was lying at his feet, unusually quiet. When he opened his eyes, he saw it lying on the edge of the bed, his eyes opened wide as if he was on duty. He suddenly realized that there was a small creature taking care of him in a very awkward way.
People say pets heal. He was right. But not because it was miraculous, but because while taking care of another creature, he accidentally took care of himself. And just like that, in a small house, two wounded souls lean on each other, no need for any promise, just a single tail swing is enough to find peace to be real.
