I owe my life to my Am Pit mix, King. Who else here has a sober buddy with fur? Any good stories or memories of them saving your arse? (scales, feathers, quills, etcetera also applies)
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I had just attempted to overdose, dropped all my classes the final semester I had left in college, and was in an abusive relationship. I turned all of that around when Buddy entered my life (he's the black dog in my photos). Now I have six non-human children and everything I do revolves around them. Wouldn't have it any other way.
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