“I remember when I was coming home from a trip outside the city because my depression was really bad and I hadn’t met Ziggy yet, because my mother had just gotten him.
I was panicked at the thought of returning to the city and facing my sadness.
I got off the plane and went straight to my mom’s apartment and I saw Ziggy in his crate and was filled with happiness.
Whatever I am going through with my depression doesn’t matter to Ziggy–no judgements. There is no pressure, whereas a lot of my friends have a hard time. They feel helpless and not sure of what to say or how to behave.
No matter how hard my day has been and how alone I feel, I know that I can see Ziggy and get unconditional love at the end of the day.”