While I would like to tell you that is he is cute, fluffy and the most beautiful thing ever, I would be lying. Bruce is allergic to his own skin, covered in scabs and has a nasty habit of sneezing in people’s faces. But, damn do I love that dog and I’ll tell you why. He has been my savior.
Over the past few months I have been suffering some panic attacks. Not just small ones, either, but ones that have incapacitated me. While I have meds for them, they can take up to forty-five minutes to work and during that time, I still have to suffer.
One day, I was in bed, fighting one off when the most amazing thing happened, Bruce jumped into bed, curled up next to me and snuggled into me. Slowly, but surely the panic attack eased up. It didn’t go away completely, but at least it eased up enough where I felt like I could breathe again.
So, now whenever I feel a panic attack coming on, I grab my Bruce security blanket, clutch him to my chest and hold him tight until I feel better. The funny thing is he holds still the entire time. Almost as is he knows how much I need him.
A lot of people tell me how I saved Bruce that day we took him home, but now I realize that we saved each other. Sure he may have itchies and boo-boos and he may bark at anything that moves, but he’s my mangy mutt. I wouldn’t trade him for the any top dollar breed dog out there.
So, I urge all of you out there, if you are thinking of getting a dog, go the rescue route. You just may find your next best friend.