A couple months back I adopted a rescue dog.
He was badly abused before I adopted him. He has PTSD and anxiety.
I think that is why we get along so well. He seeks me for comforting, and his need for me helps me in ways I never knew were possible.
I rescued him, but he is the one who saved me.
The unconditional love he has for me, and I have for him is something I have never experienced before.
He is my light in this dark and stormy world.