I am a crazy person. I don’t deny it, and those of you who know me well know that I am particularly crazy about pets. I have three cats, and three dogs, partly because my OCD is really hung up on the number three, and partly because I just can’t say no to my husband when he gets that “Let’s have another puppy/kitten,” look in his eye.
Now, I have had pets for practically my whole life, and I have always found comfort in them, but my dog Teddy is the first pet I’ve ever had that truely fits the description of companion. I don’t mean to belittle my other pets. They are all sweet, and I love them immensely. Teddy is just the only one that makes me feel better when I’m loosing it. I don’t know why, but when everything else in the whole world gets under my skin, he doesn’t. He just makes me feel happy and loved.
We brought him home when he was only about a foot and a half long from the tip of his nose to his chubby butt. He was so fluffy and adorable, and such a baby. He grew up way too fast, but he evolved into this wonderful calm giant, who is so gentle and sweet.
He is a Saint Pyrenees, which means he is half Saint Bernard, and half Great Pyranees. He is almost as tall as I am when he stands on his back feet, which he does frequently to give me a hug. When ever he hears tension in my voice he hops up on his back feet and throws his front paws over my shoulders. Sometimes he gives me a little lick if he senses I need an extra boost. His charm and sweetness just melt all the tension away.
He’s the first dog I’ve owned that is big enough that I can give him a squeeze, and not worry I’m going to hurt him. Despite what some people say about dogs not understanding human affection, he wags his tail and licks my face when I give him a hug, and he seems to enjoy it when I pepper him with kisses. He also loves playing peekaboo, and when I sing to him, sometimes he sings along. No matter how big he is, his favorite place to sit is on my lap.
When I am depressed or anxious, just seeing his happy face lifts my spirits. I’m not saying that I don’t still have bad days, I do. I still have days when I want to die. He just softens the blow. He curls up next to me while I crash and burn, and no matter how much I’m hurting, at least I know I’m not alone.