My dog.
I've been a cat lady all my 51 years. I have two currently (who are, frankly assholes
). Never needed a dog.
But my ds2 who is a young man with autism adores dogs, wants to talk to everyone he meets and it is the only thing he has ever asked for ...someone to love who doesn't mind that he's, well, different.
So after much deliberation, and research we went on a list and in July, we brought our puppy, a rare breed, home.
I looked down at this little creature, leaving everything she knew, tucked up in a crate next to me in the car, and felt overwhelming protectiveness.
Fast forward a couple of months...
God I love her SO much! The way she is so happy to see us, the way she greets DS2 ..she doesn't care that he is autistic, uncoordinated, odd..she just loves him. She snuggles up to him, and to all of us and the world is a better place . She has brought SO much joy into our busy family (6 adults here)
The cats are coping (and complaining ..we spend a lot of time and Dreamies begging for forgiveness)
But I wish someone had warned me that my life would never be the same again :) No one will EVER love me like my puppy does!