My Therapist

Therapy is expensive. And cuddling in a session is discouraged.

If you want to see compassion and loyalty, look into the eyes of a dog. I am unworthy of such love, but she gives it to me anyways. Aspen is the baby I could never have. Somehow birthed from my mind and heart, she came into my life at exactly the right time.

She is a one-year-old German Shepherd and has no idea she is a baby dog and not my human child. (Shh...don't tell her) I would never let her know otherwise.

Derpy is a description that fits her well. She has a long lanky body that she doesn't know what to do with. She flops all over and lands on my lap every time. Despite her being my size.

She gives the best hugs. In a moment of defeat somehow, she finds me on my knees stares me in the eyes and then leans in for a necessary hug. She knows my emotions better than I do.

She can be destructive at times, all in the pursuit of living her puppy life to the fullest, with two paws ready to dig and a mouth full of piranha teeth ready to taste the world. But the youth and innocence I find in her face, along with those expressive eyebrows, tells me at the end of every day I will be okay.

She is my therapy.