When my mom developed dementia, and had to go to a nursing home, she would get so excited when the therapy dog made her rounds. I want Jack to be able to make people happy like that.
Before we got him, my anxiety was always hovering in the background - losing both parents, marrying off my only child and finding out my husband had a terminal illness, all within 5 months - had really taken a toll on me. Once Jack came into my life, I get up every morning at 5:30 with a smile on my face, and a song in my heart. I'm obsessively neat and orderly - but now my house is upside down, tennis balls and chew bones are everywhere, and there was a handful of dog hair in the middle of my kitchen floor yesterday. None of it bothers me anymore. The therapeutic value of a pet is an amazing thing.