Through the Storm
In 2015, I brought home a Standard Poodle puppy named Seiko as my service dog prospect for my chronic illness. He grew into my stalwart partner, a furry shoulder to lean on, a comfort through my chronic illness storm. I remember one flight to grad school where we found ourselves waiting in the airport during a significant delay. Physically exhausted and emotionally drained, I laid a blanket on the floor, sat down and rested my head on my bag. Seiko curled up next to me, his head up, alert, watching. For a few moments, I could close my eyes and became a little girl again, safe and secure. My protector was watching through the storm.