Grateful People Share A Thing Their Pet Did That Changed Their Life.
Your pet will always love you, no matter what. Sometimes, this small fact makes a bigger impact on your life than you'd think.
Here, grateful people share things their pets did for them that changed their life forever.
When I was younger I was severely depressed. I had told my mother about it and she took me to the doctor and got me on medication. The doctor also gave me sleeping pills because I wasn't sleeping. The medication increased my depression to the point of wanting to commit suicide.
After my mother left for work I decided that life was not worth living anymore. I was laying on my bed playing with my bird for the last time and writing a note explaining why I wanted my life to be over. I started writing and my little bird ran up and tugged the pen out of my hand. After retrieving it I began writing again. He grabbed the pen and ran to the end of my bed and dropped it on the floor. Then looked at me. Right at me, and then I just couldn't do it. I started sobbing and he hobbled up to me and began licking my tears off my face. In that moment it all changed. I decided to live no matter what because as insignificant as my life was, someone loved me and needed me. Every time my depression gets the worst of me I remember that little bird.
One day I was walking my dog and on our way back to my house, a squirrel ran into our garage. I let go of the leash thinking, hey, we're home, he won't run away or anything.
Well, turns out, the squirrel runs out of the garage and my dog runs after him. As a last resort, I step on his leash to keep him from running away. It wraps around my ankle and i fall to the ground. It was a little jarring, but I'm okay. The next day my leg puffs up to the point where I'm limping very badly. We go to the doctor and find out that because I had twisted and fell (because of my squirrel-hungry dog) it aggravated a blood clot (specifically, a DVT:Deep Vein Thrombosis) which caused the swelling. Since I'm only 15, blood clots are not common, so the doctor took more tests and we found out what caused the clot was a malignant tumor near my bladder. The size of a grapefruit.
They also found the cancer had spread (stage 4) so I started treatment immediately. It's been 10 months since my dog caused me to fall. Today I am cancer free, and almost finished with chemo.
My dog, Camie, defended me and my friend from her (my friend's) abusive boyfriend.
We both knew he was an abusive sociopath, but of course being his girlfriend, this was something that she was in denial about for a long time. Finally, she couldn't deny it anymore and tried to leave him.
She managed to get away from him, and drove the short distance to my house to be safe. My house wasn't safe, though. He followed her, kicked through the glass on the french doors, and unlocked the bolt from the inside.
I wish I could say that either of us made a valorous stand against him, but we didn't. She had already gone a few rounds with him and neither of us had any kind of self-defense training. He cornered us quickly and used his fists and my scarves to subdue us. He told us what he was going to do to us both (not going to repeat it) and I had pretty much resigned myself to it, too beaten to fight and for whatever reason, it wasn't in me to beg, either. I just went cold and numb. I couldn't even feel the physical hurt. Mentally, I just...left.
That's when Camie, my pit/lab mix finally broke through the remainder of the french doors and came barreling into the room.
Now, Camie is a sweet, loving, goofy dog. She was as gentle as can be with all of the neighborhood kids and had never so much as snarled. She was even kinda dumb...a silly, sweet girl.
But when Camie got a hold of this guy, she was a different animal. She was wild-eyed and foaming at the mouth, bleeding from all of the cuts she'd gotten from the glass and not giving a single fuck. She was on top of him in the blink of an eye, and I can't even describe the sound coming out of her. I counted down in my head until the moment when she ripped that fucker's face off.
It never happened. The sound of the garage door opening froze us all in place. My father was home. The guy tried to take advantage of the moment and get away from her but Camie backed him into a corner and barked and snarled her head off. My dad must have understood something about that sound because he was in that room in no time flat, with gun in hand.
The police came. Reports were filed. The trial was held, and he went away. Apparently this wasn't even his first assault.
Camie's cuts healed, and so did ours. We no longer have french doors.
She's an old girl now. An old, sweet, loving girl. Her mind is starting to go, and so are her hind legs. She may not remember what she did for me (and my friend), but I won't forget. She may be nearing the end of her days, but I will never see a weak, useless old dog. She's my dog. I don't know what all my friend's boyfriend might have done. I don't even know what I owe her, and that's the beauty of it.
I met my girlfriend of 2 years because of my dog.
I was out walking Boots (my dog) in the local park when this cute blonde walks over to say hello. It's not unusual for people to come over to talk to other peoples dogs in this park and she asks the usual questions, is it a boy or girl, what's his name and so on.
She's crouching down petting him when he barks once or twice, and I said lamely, he asked if he can have your number but she laughed and gave it to me! I still can't believe it worked but my life is much better now because of Boots.
When I was in the 6th grade, my mom went out grocery shopping one morning and when she got home, a man was in our house, robbing us (we later found out that he'd been sleeping in the woods behind our house for about a week). When my mom came in the kitchen door from the garage, he was waiting for her with a knife, and he pulled her inside without shutting the door; we had three dachshunds at the time, and all three ran outside immediately, obviously terrified of this strange scary dude in their house.
They never go outside without us, and our next-door neighbor saw them pacing back and forth just outside the garage door, looking worried and crying, so the neighbor came over to our house to see what was up. The guy in our house pulled her inside too, but my mom and the neighbor managed to break and run in separate directions, so the guy cut and run too. He was caught the next day, sleeping in a tent in someone's backyard. If our dogs hadn't gone outside and cried, I have no clue what would have happened to my friend.
I have a little turtle and that adores me. Whenever I'm beat after work and in a "screw the world" mood, I'll walk back into my apartment and there he is, flipping out in his tank, super excited that I'm home.
Somehow his happiness makes me happy, boom instant good mood for the rest of the night.
I was visiting family with my mother and while they were in the house drinking wine and giggling, I went to the backyard (which had a pool). They had a larger dog and I was afraid of dogs at the time (I was about 7). As I was trying to play keep away around the pool to stay as far away from the dog as possible I fell in.
Mind you, this was the 3rd time I had almost drowned in my life. The dog, who I had avoided and treated like crap, jumped in the water (no one heard my gurgled cries evidently) and pulled me close enough to the edge that I got out. I cried for my mother but she still didn't come out to help. I ended up going inside and I got smacked for going into the pool in my clothes.
That was the day that I learned two things: I needed to learn how to swim and I was not my mother's favorite child.
When I was around 16 my older brother brought home this awesome pit whose owners were getting divorced and moving away. We'd never had a dog before since my mom was pretty nervous around them from bad experiences as a child. He was about 8 months old, just really handsome with a patch of color over his eye, so the former owners had dubbed him Pirate. My younger brother and I were super jazzed and we buy him all the requisite dog stuff so we could take him out.
We'd usually walk him around our neighborhood together, but on this one particular day my brother had gone to a friend's house so I took him out by myself. It was summer, high noon, and getting super hot, so I decided to cut the walk short and go through an alley that would take me back to my side of the block. I turn to go down the alley and Pirate won't move. He just looks at me. I coax and tug on his leash, and it's like dragging a boulder. He seriously does NOT want to go down the alley, but me being new to dogs, and having been a cat person for many years, I just think he's being difficult for the hell of it. Finally, he sees my insistence and just up and bolts, me flying behind yelling at him to stop, but he keeps going, mad dash road-runner style.
As we near the end of the alley, I see this older guy just standing there like a statue, staring at me with his pants all the way down. I'm in complete shock and don't even believe what i'm seeing. Pirate doesn't pause for a second and by then I'm all for running, so we run all the way back to my house where I immediately start yelling my head off about the naked guy by the alley. My mom calls the cops, my step-dad drives down the street looking for the guy and sees our neighbors flipping out because they had driven by and seen him too, although he was gone by the time they turned around to get a closer look. I never thought I'd be a dog person until I met Pirate, I can't even imagine what would have happened if he hadn't been with me. I miss that dog so, so much.
When I was visiting friends up in Nunavut there was a moose that used to hang around and get drunk off of fermented apples near their house. It was surprisingly chill with people, probably because it was drunk most of the time.
Anyway, one day my friend and I get back to his place and the moose is standing right on his doorstep blocking the door. Only an idiot messes with a full grown moose so we let it be and get back in the car to wait for it to leave.
After a few minutes a couple of Mounties show up...then a couple more...then more... Up there you don't normally see more than two cops at a time so it was a bit of a strange response to a moose on the doorstep, especially considering we hadn't called anyone.
It turns out they weren't there for the moose, they were there for a man who had beaten his girlfriend, stole her shotgun, robbed a store and was last seen being chased by a drunken moose right into my friends house.
If the moose hadn't been blocking the door the guy probably would have shot us or something. It took the cops hours to get him to come out, and he was absolutely wasted when he did.
I had a severe depressive episode earlier this year and I sat at my couch staring at a glass of water while holding a fistful of pills when my tiny pug puppy crawled into my lap. He just sat there and stared up into my face and began to lick my chin and I just couldn't do it with him looking at me like that.
I put the pills away and just cuddled my puppy on the couch for a while.
When I was about 6-7 I lived pretty close to a lake. I was splashing around with my grandma and my German Shepherd (long dead now, unfortunately). There's dozens of little beaches and rarely many people at most of them, so we always picked the one closest to my house.
As I was walking out of the lake, some dude runs up and grabs me, I start wailing while he's running off (still holding me). My grandma and I are both freaking out and she couldn't exactly do much.
This is Buddy's cue to mouth tackle the back of this dudes leg, he goes down pretty hard, as do I (have a nice scar on my head from hitting the pavement). I don't remember much, except for my grandma crying, some police, and everyone showering the dog in affection. It was like a cheesy movie (except it all happened really fast).
The guy managed to initially get away after fighting off my dog, but eventually showed up at a hospital for bite wounds and was arrested shortly after.
Who knows what could have been had Buddy not been there. That dog loved children and was immediately at attention if me or my cousins started crying/yelling etc. Best dog I've ever owned.
I was going to kill myself. It was late at night and everybody in my house was asleep. I decided that I was going to go to the kitchen and slit my throat. I went to the kitchen and got a knife out of a drawer.
Before I went through with it, I wanted to make sure the knife was sharp, so I tested it on my wrist. It was sharper than I anticipated. I cut myself pretty bad. At that moment my dog immediately started to bark his head off. Within what seemed likes seconds, my mom was at my side. I was on the ground trying to get my blood off the floor for some reason. I guess I was just panicking.
I told the paramedics and my family that cutting my wrist was the suicide attempt. I couldnt bear to tell my family that I was prepared to do something as drastic as cutting my throat. I thought that would just be too much.
I believe my dog saved my life that night. He knew I hurt myself and he got me the help I needed.
I guess the best thing me first pet did for me was to teach me bout grief and death. They day he was being put down, I knew the time, but still had to go to middle school. I left class to go to the "bathroom" at that time, really just to be alone. I ran into my brother in the hall. Without talking about it, he'd decided to do the same thing. We walked silently together, and I felt very solemn and sad, but that life would go on.
I got my cat Tiggs when I was 15 at a shelter and we got along from the beginning. As soon as I walked into the kennel he came and sat with me and we just knew we would be friends. We can walk around my neighbourhood together (yes I know outside cats are bad but whatever he's safe), chill together and play together, but my favorite memories are me and him just chilling like bros in my basement till 4 AM, feeding him chicken and watching movies. Bros for life.
I bought a hamster yesterday. I have my 'low' times, but I thought having one thing that needed me would help me through.
Today I came home to find her trembling in a puddle of her own urine because my mum turned the tv volume to the max with her right next to it and it was terrifying her. I moved her to my (quiet) room of course, but knowing I failed her already is not a good feeling. But I will do better from now on!
I refer to my dog as my 80 pound personal trainer with ear infections. He keeps me running every day, even when I don't want to.
This is why some schools allow students to have animals (MIT). It's because they get so depressed and overworked the only thing that keeps them from committing suicide is the fact that they have somebody that depends on them.
"It wasn't me!"
There's not much you can do when the righteous fist of the law comes down on you. Call it a mix-up, or call it a mistake, if someone's pegged you at the scene of a crime there's not much you can do but trust the justice system to prove you innocent. However, that's a gamble, and just because you've been given a "not guilty" doesn't mean the effects won't follow you for the rest of your life.
Reddit user, u/danbrownskin, wanted to hear about the times when it wasn't you, seriously, it was someone else, when they asked: