This time last year I was a hermit never looking to leave the house unless I had to. I feel as though I’ve been blessed beyond belief this year and I’m the happiest I’ve been with my service dog.
These past few weeks have been extremely busy for me. Between appointments at the VA, cleaning the house, writing and doing yard work, I’ve had little time to relax. It’s really not bad that my time is filled.
I’ve noticed a change in my mood when I’m in public without Tank. I forget things at the store because my anxiety pushes me towards leaving as fast as I can. Sometimes I have to go to two different stores to get the items I missed.
With Tank, I felt calm and able to think clearly. When my symptoms ramped up, I would feel the pressure of his head pressing against my leg and that would be enough to get me out of my head and in the moment. All I had to do was lean down to pet him and the anxiety and stress inside reduced.
I’m missing Tank so much that I sometimes see or feel him when he isn’t there. Like the other day when I was walking through Target I started feeling overwhelmed because too many people around.
I thought for sure that Tank was by my side, I even looked down to see if there was the slight chance of him being here.
I got bad road rage driving home yesterday because of dumb drivers. As I turned a corner I thought I saw Tank’s black shiny hair in the back seat. I looked back like I always do to calm myself down. Instead of his pretty brown eyes staring back at me, all I saw was an empty seat. Sometimes it feels like I see a ghost of Tank, it’s weird.
The only thing I can compare it to is the first couple weeks out of the Army. Waking up late freaking out like I missed PT formation, I even caught myself standing at ease with my hands behind my back while in line. It was odd readjusting to a life without expectations, responsibilities, forced exercise, and people who can relate.
Or when someone you love either dies or leaves to go somewhere forever. It’s like you whole body goes through withdraws from that person because they where such an important part of your life.
I guess I’m sort of going through a withdraw. He has been such an important tool in my recovery that I’ve dependent on him to help me get through rough situations and bare being in public without sweating like I’m in a hot box.
Important Roles of A Service Dog
I’ve learned that a service dog plays an important role in the lives of people with disabilities. They become a part of who we are by being there whenever we need them, either for emotional or physical support. I never realized it until I was without Tank.
He will be leaving in a few weeks. I don’t think it will be extremely hard to deal until I pair with another dog. I have high hopes that it won’t take long. I’ve actually forced myself away from Tank for the past week, letting my daughter play with him and fulfill his need. that way I feel like it will be an easier transition. He doesn’t like it when I don’t pay him attention he will forcefully place himself in front of me and stare me in the eyes whimpering until I ask what he wants.
I love Tank to death, always and forever. I will be ok without, one journey ending and another on beginning.