This is the first post in this series.
My therapy dog, Friede, and I met Olivia, 25, in the waiting area. She invited Friede to join her on the sofa and began.
“I’m so glad you have Friede. The therapy dog at my rehab facility helped me so much in my recovery. Every day, his understanding eyes locked onto mine, and his unconditional love washed over me. Oh, and it’s nice to meet you, too, Dr. Hughes!” She smiled and rolled her eyes in feigned embarrassment.