Pet Therapists and Depression

As a person who knows what it’s like to suffer from depression throughout childhood and then have it progress as an adult into chronic major depression requiring treatment, I can tell you first hand what it means to have a Pet Therapist, particularly one that lives with you.  Currently, I have two —  Segen and Moxie.  Both have very different temperaments and help me in different ways.   Moxie is eight years old and being a corgi she isn’t built for, nor does she like, being held.  I know when I’m at home in the evenings and on weekends that Moxie is not far.  The most frustrating thing about Moxie is she won’t let me cry.   When I’m feeling down and there’s the slightest hint that I’m going to give in to crying and feeling lost and lonely, in comes Moxie demanding to be stroked.  Segen is a two-year-old miniature dachshund.  She has two purposes.  One is that her youth keeps Moxie (as an older dog) stimulated which adds more years to Moxie’s life.   Two, she demands my attention.  She also sleeps with me and when we’re in bed at night and she’s snuggled up close to me I can feel her breath and hear her sighs.  I can hear Moxie roaming the house or in her bed snoring.  It is in hearing and feeling these things that I feel loved (and validated).   Moxie and Segen are the reasons I get out of bed when I don’t feel like facing the day.  They are there to help entertain me on my good days and to help keep me grounded on my bad days, and to give me purpose.

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