Abby
2013 - 2025
Abby was not a family pet. Abby didn’t lay on the floor and wait for attention. She didn’t jump through hoops to try and please people. She had a sweet spot for my husband and loved my kids to no end , but Abby was my service dog. Abby didn’t lay on the floor unless she wanted to. She always maintained some type of physical contact with me. The foot of the bed right by my legs was where Abby slept. The big ottoman in my living room next to where I always sit was Abby seat. Abby was my 100 pound weighted blanket and sometimes my leg prop. I don’t think people understand what having a service dog really means. Abby was my caregiver, my protector, my companion, and my confidant. She made me think she needed me and that’s what kept me going every day. But I know it was really me that needed her. Losing Abby… I didn’t lose a pet or a dog. I lost my best friend and a huge piece of myself.