There’s no questioning the bond between pet and owner. Our little fur-babies become our most reliable friend, softest shoulder to cry on, buddy to play with, and they love us unconditionally.
When I got Charles, a miniature Daschund (@sausagedogcharles), I was going through a bit of a rough patch in my life. It was my last semester at University and I was in the middle of exams, when my long-term boyfriend broke up with me and I was forced to move out, which left me couch-surfing. During that same week, my Grandad, whom I was very close with, past away suddenly. It felt like all at once, I had lost too much – my home, my boyfriend (and dog, who he kept), my security and my Grandad. I was a wreck. In my lost state, I decided that the only “logical” thing to do was to get a puppy. In hind-sight, it was incredibly irresponsible, but when Charles came in to my life, I didn’t feel so alone. He was mine, loved me unconditionally, and nobody could take him away from me. We became instant family.