Now that the trauma of seeing it happen, getting to the vet, waiting for the verdict, worrying about her and her future etc etc has passed, I can write about it.
She should make a full recovery physically. Not sure about any psychological effect.
There’s no doubt getting a dog has made a big difference to my depression as I hoped it would (hence her name, although she gets called a number of different things too).
- She wakes me up each morning, full of beans and enthusiasm – it’s infectious
- She boosts my self esteem by always being delighted to see me
- Caring for her and being responsible for her (especially at the moment) takes me out of myself, and away from my own concerns
- She’s a brilliant training partner – we walk for miles, rain or shine, often in beautiful places I didn’t visit before
- She breaks the ice with people. Not everyone likes dogs, fine, but I have made many new friends since Raisin came along. I am very shy, but complete strangersÂ don’t think twice about coming up and saying hello to her, and then me. I love it
- If I am low, she seems to understand, and sits quietly by me until she thinks I ought to go out and play with her, which I usually do, and I usually feel better then
- It’s soothing to stroke and cuddle her
- She stops me feeling lonely
There’s more on this at Dogs for Depression.
I thought the accident might trigger my depression but, worry aside, I am OK so far. I need to be OK to care for her.
So, no more walks for while; she has to rest until it’s safe to charge about again. Â I will have to make do with the cuddles. Get well soon Stinker x