Depression is lonely.
When I look at this picture of our 18 month old Silver/Black Pug...I think of how I feel sometimes. He's not a pathetic looking sad dog. Instead, he's full of life. He still has tons of puppy left in him.
His brother, Max who will be 6 yrs old in a few months...he is always the best of friends when I'm lonely, sad, or depressed. Or even when I'm not. He's my pal. I can't imagine life w/out him.
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