The morning after my breakup, I bought a one-way train ticket to anywhere. My heart was shattered, my confidence gone. That’s when a golden retriever named Buddy walked into my life and refused to leave my side.
His owner Sam watched in surprise as Buddy – who normally ignored strangers – pressed against me like we’d known each other forever. When they invited me to their remote cabin, I went against all logic. Something about Buddy’s quiet presence made me feel safe for the first time in months.
That weekend by the lake became my turning point. Buddy listened without judgment as I poured out my grief. Sam offered wisdom without pity. And when I returned home, I carried their kindness with me – first to the animal shelter where I volunteered, then back into my own life.
Sometimes healing comes from the most unexpected places. For me, it came with four paws and a wagging tail.
