Five days ago I had a mental collapse. I was shaking, couldn’t stand, crying, yowling, and my mind was in a really dark place ready to take some really dark actions. I was alone during this breakdown and during it, Darling jumped on my back, rubbed her head against mine, and gently pawed my face like “dad, you’re going to be ok.” She popped me out of the crisis just enough to where I called 988 for help. I was involuntarily admitted to an NPC for a ~week and am back home doing a lot better. Taking my lexapro, setting up therapy, and AA meetings. If it wasn’t for her I may not even be posting this now.

I wish there was an appreciation flair I could use because our pets can really be a grounding force for people going through hard times. When I returned home she was so happy to see me and I her. My little Darling went from a 10/10 kitty to god status in my mind. She saved my life!