This gorgeous dog right here is named Cookie and she changed my life. I got Cookie when I was about 14. My family has always had dogs and we rescued Cookie from an abusive situation. She sat on my lap on the car ride home and never left. She very quickly became my service dog.
We were inseparable. No matter if I had another day of school or work where not a single human acknowledged my existence, I could always go home to Cookie who would sneeze and shuffle her paws with excitement at seeing me. If I spent all day getting screamed at by my parents because I acted too autistic, she would roll over for one of her signature belly rubs and cuddle me while I rocked and cried. She hated when I would cry on her, but she took it very stoically and wouldn’t leave my arms.
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