But I could prove it.
On the baby monitor recordings, you could literally see the difference.
Old nights: baby tossing, sitting up, crying.
New nights: baby wriggles, Casper lifts his head, baby scoots closer to the side where Casper is, then settles.
I’d sit on the couch, watching those clips, and feel this strange mix of guilt and gratitude.
Guilt because I’d been so wrapped in grief and exhaustion I’d forgotten to close a door.
Gratitude because that same dumb mistake let a lonely dog back in, right when we needed him.
It wasn’t just about feeling safer.
Casper helped with my anxiety in a way nothing else had.
When work calls got rough and customers yelled, he laid his head on my feet.
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