My Caregiver

My Dog, My CaregiverI sleep with a cellphone next to my bed. It’s on vibrate so when it rings it doesn’t wake anyone up. I have teenagers and I have my mom... who has Alzheimer’s. I used to get phone calls at all hours of the night about things that didn’t make sense. There were lots of phone calls one right after another. How could I not answer them, it was my mother. When the phone calls stopped, I managed to get a few hours’ sleep and woke up feeling exhausted. I got up, got everybody going all the while feeling down and worn out. I have lived like this for several years. There are a few things that helped me get through this, my brother, who is my “rock”. We are going through this together, I am lucky, I know. My family, friends and my customers; we share our stories, it is therapeutic. And my dog, Chloe. I never had a dog, but now I know why there are so many dog lover's! Whenever I come home and barely anyone picks their head up from what they are doing to mumble hello, Chloe races down the steps, her tail wagging so fast, jumping in front of me until I bend down and give her a hug.
My dog is a caregiver.
She’s my caregiver.

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