That sounds like the beginning of something truly meaningful — “Life as a Veteran with My Dogs.”
Let me speak to it with the heart it deserves:
Life as a Veteran with My Dogs
Some days are quiet, others echo with memories — of service, of sacrifice, of things seen and felt that don’t quite leave. But no matter what kind of day it is, there’s always the sound of paws on the floor. A nudge of a wet nose. Eyes that look at me like I’m whole, even when I don’t feel it.
My dogs don’t ask for explanations.
They don’t care about medals or moments I try to forget.
They just stay.
And sometimes, staying is the greatest kind of love.
They pull me out of bed when I’d rather stay in.
They remind me to walk, breathe, be.
They teach me that the present moment is enough.
And in return, I give them what I have — steady hands, a gentle voice, food in the bowl, and every ounce of loyalty that’s still left in me. We are a team, just like before. Only now, the battlefield is quieter. The healing is slower. But the bond is just as deep.
