27/06/2025
One thing you should probably know about me: I treat dogs better than most people, and honestly, I say that without hesitation or apology.
My dogs have been with me through every version of myself. They’ve seen the nights I couldn’t sleep, when I had no words left and no energy to pretend I was okay. And they stayed. Quiet. Present. Steady.
They rested their heads on my chest like they knew my heart needed something solid to hold onto. They nudged my hand when I didn’t even know I needed comfort. Curled up beside me without asking for anything. No one taught them how to do that. They just knew.
I’ve canceled plans because I didn’t want to leave them alone. Skipped vacations. Rearranged entire days around their routines. I’ve turned down invites because the thought of leaving their side didn’t feel right.
I would rather sit beside them watching them breathe peacefully than be stuck in a room full of forced conversations.
If my dog doesn’t warm up to someone, I take that seriously. Dogs pick up on energy in a way people don’t. No pretending, no second-guessing. If they keep their distance, there’s usually a reason—and I trust that more than any polite smile or charming words.
I remember the first toy they carried around like it was gold. The little sounds they make in their sleep. The way they sit closer when I’m anxious like they feel it too.
I’ve shared meals with them, let them sprawl across the bed, handed over my favorite blanket, and talked to them like they understand every word I say—because deep down, I know they do.
They’ve been with me when people disappeared. When I got heartbroken without warning. When I lost people I never thought I’d lose. When I couldn’t explain the grief sitting in my chest. They didn’t run. They didn’t ask me to be okay. They just stayed. Fully. Gently. Without conditions.
That kind of love deserves the softest corners of my life. The last bite of food. The coziest spot on the sofa. Every bit of tenderness I’ve got left to give.
Because when I felt hard to be around, they curled up beside me like I was the safest place. When I had nothing to give, they didn’t ask for more. And when I didn’t feel like myself, they still looked at me like I was theirs—no questions, just constant love in the middle of everything.
So yes, I treat dogs better. Because their love has been there in the silence, in the mess, in the moments when I didn’t even know what I needed. They never asked me to explain or be anyone other than exactly who I was in that moment. They just stayed close.
That kind of loyalty, that kind of presence, is rare—and it deserves to be honored. So I give them the best of me, because that’s exactly what they’ve always given to me.
Empaths, Old Souls & Introverts
Im going to miss my furry clients so much.😪
I know that you will not be able to wait for my recovery your dogs comfort is priority.
As it should be.
But I do hope I will see you again as soon as im back on my feet .. literally ❤️.
Thank you all so much for your messages of support it means the world to me.
We are still in the hospital but hope to move today to suitable accommodation for my injury. To recover enough to be able to make the journey home to my loved ones and our Maverick 💙
Love to you all and thank you ♥️
