Guys I truly appreciate you're being able to share such raw stuff. I'm going to give you something pretty sentimental which still can sometimes move me to tears.
I'm a dog guy. I had dogs at home from the time I was young tyke. A Labrador retriever/shepard/irish setter mix, probably the doggy love of my life named Travis brought me home safe from combat after Vietnam and I've had a couple of fine one since. The present guy is Caleb, a lab border collie mix who is smart enough to get into trouble, but deeply loyal and affectionate.
One of my deepest experiences of dog/human interaction happened when I was taking care of my friend Jean's dog Leakey.
Jean had adopted Leakey as a starving shepard mix pup on the Navajo Reservation when she was teaching school there. She named him Leakey because at first he had no bowel or bladder control. She told people instead that he was named for the Archeologist because he liked to dig up bones.
From a pretty early age, Leakey had seizure disorder and was on medication for control.
I knew about that and of course while he was in my care I administered the medication. One night without warning in kitchen, Leakey had a seizure. He couldn't stand. His legs were going every which way, but his eyes locked on me. His legs though seeming to go in every direction clawed his body in my direction.
I knew he wanted me for comfort, for direction, and maybe the way we want God when there's chaos. I went down on my knees and hugged him until it passed and that was one of the most profound experiences of my life.
He trusted me ultimately as few of us can trust one another. I will always be grateful. He was happy afterwards. Went to the vet for a change of meds. I did not see him in a seizure again, but we were always the very best of friends.
Now go on story tellers. You have my full permission to use this any way you can. I know I will.