Therapy Dog
Entry 1 1:42 a.m. I was sitting alone late tonight watching a show that had a man on it who was a recent widow and was struggling. I began to sob. Buddy, sitting next to me, continued snoring. Willow jumped up from across the sectional and hurried to me. She licked the tears off of my cheeks, put her paw on my leg, then my shoulder, and slightly whined. She looked at me with eyes full of empathy. It was just what I needed. Entry 2 6:28 a.m. A mutual friend of Jenny and mine, a fellow MDA camp counselor, stopped by to see me yesterday morning. Jenny has multiple factions or clusters of friends, and this friend is part of a group of 4 women that would meet every few months for dinner. We both have known this group of women since we were kids in the mid-80s. This cluster knew about el pinché, and had definitely been told all sorts of terrible untruths about me for a long time, per Jenny's distortion campaign. I don't know when it started, but I suspect...
