therapy dogs

Chewie, the Border Collie/Mini Australian Shepherd lifesaver (part 3)

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“The most joyous moment I can think of, was the first time I brought her home.

I realized that with Chewie, I am not alone; that we are going to go places together.

She acts as a service dog.

I clean houses and I bring her to work with me.

She picks an area in the apartment, out of the way and stays there the entire time I am working.

She trusts me, and knows that I will come and get her when I am done.

Chewie has changed my life in that I am able to cope with every day life better than before I got her.”

Chewie, the Border Collie/mini Australian Shepherd, lifesaver (part 2)

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“Chewie helped me through a tough time.

I was depressed and she helped me get out of the house whether I wanted to or not.

Walking a dog 3 or 4 times a day gives me clarity.  It makes me feel like whatever is troubling me is going to be okay.

The routine gives me something to do, and my focus is on something other than myself.

Chewie knows when I am unhappy.

She gets very upset if I am crying, so I try not to cry in front of her.

If she feels that I am sad or upset, she won’t leave my side.”

Chewie, the Border Collie/Aussie lifesaver (part 1)

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“I was lonely and felt that I didn’t have any life in me.

My psychiatrist told me to get a dog.

That was 7 years ago.

While I was on vacation I saw a Border Collie that I liked a lot and I thought, this is the kind of dog I want.

I went on the internet and searched and found a breeder in New Jersey.

I waited a few months for Chewie to be born, and then another few months to take him home.

We both felt like we belonged together from the moment I brought her home.”

Zoe, the rescue from down the block

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“We called and she basically said, I can’t take care of Zoe, and asked, would you be interested in taking her?

I flew across country to get her and spent the night in L.A.

She slept on my lap throughout the entire 4 1/2 hour flight back to New York.

We’ve only had her 6 months but I spend a lot of time with her, more so  than anybody else because I am in a professional transition.

She gives me a great break while I am conducting my new business search.

She’s so affectionate and loving, and always wants to play.

She is a constant play companion, both indoors and outdoors.”

 

 

Zoe, the rescue from down the block

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“My wife and I  lived on the same block as a woman who had Zoe and another dog.  Zoe was 8 months old and the other dog was 10 years old.

We saw the dogs daily and we befriended their owner.

She was a nurse in her early 20’s who had rescued her puppy with her boyfriend, on a lark when she saw a North Shore Animal League mobile adoption vehicle.

She broke up with her boyfriend, joined nurses without borders and moved out of the city.

About a month after she left the city, she had one of her friends leave a letter with our doorman asking us to call her about her puppy, Zoe.”

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 4)

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“Eventually I took Jean Luc to daycare and printed the photos they posted on Facebook.

I put those photographs on my mother’s  mirror.

With Jean Luc, there was always something to talk about with her.

A few days before she died he wouldn’t go on her bed.  He wouldn’t even go in her room.

He was with her as long as she was consciously aware.

After she died and I brought him back to her house he helped me cope.

Snuggling and having Jean Luc around helps fill the hole.”

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 3)

“I feel that Jean Luc extended my mother’s life.

When she became bed ridden he sat with her on her bed for hours.

He was this little adorable thing who tried to steal her food, which always entertained her.

She always wanted to know where he was.

He gave her something to think about– wondering where he was and all of his antics.

When I first got Jean Luc, my boss loved him.

He would conduct his business meeting holding Jean Luc like a baby, with his head on his shoulder.

My mother loved those types of stories.”

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 2)

“I wanted to keep the whole thing a secret, until I appeared at my mother’s house with the dog, but I couldn’t keep the secret.

When my brother and I went to pick the dog out, and my mother asked where we were going, I spilled the beans.

My mother was so excited.

Jean Luc was the runt of the litter, so he was the smallest and he was also the cuddliest.

My brother thought it was idiotic to get a dog while I was going back and forth to mother’s, but I knew that it was going to make her so happy to have the puppy around.

My mother just loved him.”

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 1)

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“Someone I worked with had a French Bulldog that came to the office every day.

That dog and I were good friends, and I realized when I was ready to get a dog, I was going to get a French Bulldog.

My mother got diagnosed with lung cancer and she loved dogs.

Very soon after the diagnosis I was coming back to the city via the Long Island Railroad and there was a guy on the platform with a 14 month old Frenchie.

On the train ride back to NYC I talked to this guy and his dog sat with me.  I asked him where he got his dog and  decided I should call his breeder to see if there were any puppies.

When I found out that there were puppies available I decided it would make my mother really happy, if, when I came to visit I had a puppy or a dog.

I said, ok, I want a dog.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 3)

“Nutmeg died in front of Diego and me.  It was painful to watch.

I thought Diego was going to die, too.

He literally shut down.  He stopped eating, going to the bathroom and he wouldn’t move.

It took weeks for him to recover.

I started to feed him home cooked meat and let him lay down anywhere.  The furniture that had been forbidden for the dogs was now welcome for Diego to lay on.

I was willing to do whatever it took to get him back to the living.”