The morning after my relationship ended, I stood on a train platform with no destination in mind. Then a golden retriever named Buddy walked straight into my broken heart and refused to leave.
His calm presence gave me courage to accept his owner Sam’s invitation to their lakeside cabin. There, surrounded by towering evergreens, I began to piece myself back together. Buddy listened to my tears without judgment, his warm body a steady comfort against my grief.
When I returned home, I started volunteering at Buddy’s shelter. The simple act of caring for animals taught me how to care for myself again. That chance encounter at the train station didn’t just change my weekend – it changed my life, showing me that sometimes healing comes on four legs.
