“I SLEPT UNDER A BRIDGE—BUT MY DOG KEPT ME WARM AND SANE”
People think you hit rock bottom when you lose your house. Or your job. Or your family. But for me, it was when I realized I hadn’t heard my own name spoken in two weeks. Not once. Except by him—my dog, Bixby. Well, not in words, obviously. But in the way he looked at me…