Dogs

Dogs

And Why They Are THE Best Companions

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I love all animals. They can be cute, funny, annoying, or all three, but the thing is that they are always honest. There’s none of this back stabbing and talking behind the others’ backs. They simply find a way to exist with each other.

I have always had pets. I can’t remember a time… in fact, I am certain that there has never been one, when I have not had an animal of some kind as a companion.

Dogs have always been there, and as far as I am concerned, my house would not be a home without one. They give such unconditional love, and are always there, waiting for a kind word and a bit of a back scratch. I really cannot even comprehend the people who choose to deliberately hurt them. In fact, I believe that there is a special place reserved for them in the fires of hell, but that is a topic for another day.

I adopted my dog from a rescue about seven years ago. She is a chihuahua, Yorkshire Terrier cross, who has enormous ears, a tiny frame and a personality to match the ears. She also seems to think that she’s a German Shepherd.

She is my world. I love her to pieces, and she has gotten me through some truly dreadful experiences. She is so completely tuned in to me, that she will wake up from a dead sleep if I am crying and come over to comfort me.

When I am having a bad time with my depression, she just comes and curls up in my arms. She gives me kisses to try and make me feel better and has a tendency to try and lick away any tears.

She knows when I am anxious and comes to me, and has, on several occasions, prevented me from being hurt.

She is so tuned in to me that when I have a nightmare, she will lick me and paw at me until she has woken me up. Then, she will snuggle with me, and generally, stay awake to make sure that I am okay.

Now, some of you reading this might say that I’m crazy, and maybe I am, but I’m just telling you how it is for me.

I do know one thing for sure; without her, I would be completely lost.


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Li Carter is a writer, artist and crafter. She lives in South Wales, UK, with her family, and five rescue dogs. She’s on Twitter @rbcreativeli , Facebook: Rainbow Butterfly Creative, and Instagram @rainbowbutterflycreative and is the author of My Only True Friend: The Beginning. She is currently working on a new series titled The QuickSilver Chronicles. She is the original Rainbow Butterfly, and wants to fill an ever darkening world with a little bit of beauty and creativity.

Piling On The Pressure

Piling on the pressure

And why I’ve decided to give myself a break.

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Being a carer, there is a LOT of extreme and constant pressure on you. Your life becomes something that is not about you at all. Your entire existence becomes wrapped up in looking after the person that you care for.

A large number of these carers will, at some time or the other, experience burnout. They will get to the point where, no matter how much they want to, they literally cannot physically or emotionally, give any more.

I know this feeling, and it isn’t a nice one. Dependent on the needs of the person that you’re caring for, there can be immense pressure:

“If I’m not there when they need me, will they hurt themselves?”

These thoughts can go round and round in the mind of a carer, until the fear is almost crippling. I know it was for me.

Carers very rarely put themselves first. They always come second, never will they put their own needs above their loved one.

I can remember days when I was so exhausted, and had the beginnings of a migraine, and even then, I made sure that my sister was okay and that she had everything that she needed before I actually took the painkillers I needed and took myself to bed.

Since my sister passed away in 2017, I have been struggling to adjust to a life where I am not a carer. The habits I learnt back then have taken a long time to break. For example, I used to try and cram as much of my writing and art and craft into the morning as I possibly could, because I knew that the minute that midday came, I would be needed to fulfil my carer duties.

Although this has not been the case for more than a year now, I have only just been able to allow myself time in the mornings in order to relax, in the knowledge that I can now, also work in the afternoon.

It sounds so simple and so stupid, and yet, it has been a real issue for me.

This week, I have, rather than giving myself daily schedules, simply set out the minimum number of hours I wish to spend on each thing (writing, studying, artwork, crafting). I haven’t really looked at whether I am on track or not. I am just simply allowing myself to spend the time working on these things, but the targets being there helps my badly behaved brain to not panic about not achieving enough.

Through this process, I am giving myself permission to have some breathing room, and so far, my productivity has flourished because of it.


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Li Carter is a writer, artist and crafter. She lives in South Wales, UK, with her family, and five rescue dogs. She’s on Twitter @rbcreativeli , Facebook: Rainbow Butterfly Creative, and Instagram @rainbowbutterflycreative and is the author of My Only True Friend: The Beginning. She is currently working on a new series titled The QuickSilver Chronicles. She is the original Rainbow Butterfly, and wants to fill an ever darkening world with a little bit of beauty and creativity.