“I SLEPT UNDER A BRIDGE—BUT MY DOG KEPT ME ALIVE”

People think hitting bottom means losing your home.Or your job.Or your family. For me, it was something quieter: realizing no one had said my name in over two weeks.Not once. No one but him—my dog, Bixby.Not in words, of course.But every morning, he looked at me like I still mattered.Like I was still his person….
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