I’m not sure how God does it, but he does. Here it was the 5 year anniversary of one of the very worst days of my life and I was rehoming my emotional support dog of 5 years. The exact same day?! How does that even happen? But as a couple of silent tears fell down my face as we drove to meet Winnie’s new family, I knew, this is what I needed to do. Was this what I wanted to do? I don’t think so. But somehow, I knew that in order to continue healing a very deep place of my heart, I needed to do it.
The whole car ride there, she just sat on my lap with her little head on my arm like she had sat for five years. This dog was more than a dog, she was my little buddy; she was quite literally my emotional support. Never before had I had anyone or anything so in-tune to how I was feeling. She sensed every mood swing, every tear, every angry word…and she was just there. Just to reassure me. PTSD, double depression, and pervasive depressive disorder…and there she was just loving me.
So, it would seem the LAST thing on this planet I should do is to rehome my baby girl. But it was what I HAD to do. I was still holding onto some trauma because in some way your trauma is comforting. It’s familiar. It’s easy to bask in it. But, you see, I had finally come to the point were I was done with that. I don’t want to exist inside my trauma anymore.
She had caught so many of my tears the past five years, maybe it was time for her to go help someone else through their dark time. Because my times are no longer dark…I choose to only see the light.
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