I went today to get my Zometa infusion. Got really bad news about my blood test results. This may sound crazy to you, but didn't to my neighbors, I borrowed their dog(s) to have a heartfelt cry. They didn't think I was crazy, and have offered their dogs anytime. I rarely cry. I am just not geared that way, but when I need to, I have most often in my lifetime, buried my face into a dog, and poured my heart out.
The one I'm mostly bonded with, kept trying to cheer me up. She's a wonderful older Springer Spaniel named Jade. I was not in need of cheering up. I put her back in, and let out the Havanese. Nope. While she is a great dog, and normally very affectionate, she could smell the chemicals on me, and really wanted nothing to do with me. I put her back up. The young Papillion puppy, that everyone thought would be too rambunctious, kept crying for me from the moment I stepped in the room. I took her out of the cage, and she lept into my arms, and settled down. I pushed my face into her fur, and cried. I told her everything. What was going on, my fears, what I hoped for, etc. That youngster just settled completely down, empathizing with me. I was able to unburden myself to her. Amazing young pup. She knew just what I needed, and gave.
Afterwards, I was offered some wine. Normally, I don't accept, but tonight I did. Dh knows I'm not acting my usual self, so he came to check on me, and we all had a good time. All is good for now.