More Than a Dog
Getting a dog was always part of my life plan, but when I first brought Fudge home, I had no idea how much of a companion he would be and all the tiny joys and energy he would bring to my days. What I didn’t realize was that I was welcoming in something far more profound: a source of healing, comfort, and grounding that I didn’t know I needed.
People often talk about “emotional support animals,” and to be honest, I never completely understood the reasoning behind it until Fudge came into my life. He’s not just my curly poodle with lots of personality; he’s my peace. There were moments this year when I honestly thought I might break. Times when life felt heavier than usual, when the things that usually kept me going didn’t seem to have the same light. But somehow, Fudge sensed it all.
He didn’t need to say a word.
Just his presence, that quiet understanding in his eyes, the way he’d rest his head on my knee or nipple on my fingers, told me to go outside, reminded me that I wasn’t alone. He got me out of the house on days I wanted to stay in. He pushed me to move, to breathe, to walk, to laugh. Sometimes he’d do something silly and make me smile when I hadn’t smiled in hours. Other times, he’d sit near me in silence, no pressure, no judgment, just being there.
It’s wild how a small creature can have such a significant impact on your emotional world. I find myself talking to him like he’s a person, about my day, my thoughts, even my frustrations. And while he never says anything back, the way he listens feels enough.
My phone is now overflowing with pictures and videos of him, sleeping, playing, staring at me with that “you got this” look only dogs seem to master. But behind each of those photos is a story of resilience and gratitude.
Fudge isn’t just a dog, hes more with all the grit I need. He’s a reminder that healing can come in unexpected forms. That love doesn’t always need words. And that sometimes, the smallest beings can pull you through the heaviest seasons.
So, if you ever hear someone say their dog is their emotional support, honestly believe them, because I now understand in ways I thought I wouldn’t. Fudge may not have been the plan, but he’s become part of the reason I’m still standing, and it's good to be a Pawpa!