Growing up in a family of six left no room for being lonely. Always a sibling around to annoy me or a parent there to tell me to clean my room. All of that aside, it truly is the best thing in the world to have two sisters, one brother and two supporting parents constantly in my corner. Loneliness was never an option. You can imagine my excitement though when it came time to move into my own apartment. Peace and quiet, nobody to tell me to clean my room, finally some space! That was rather refreshing for the first three months out on my own. Then like a ton of bricks this new feeling in which I was very unfamiliar with set in. Coming home to nobody started to get disappointing. Cooking for just one and not six was difficult. Not getting the routine hugs goodnight from mom and dad was heartbreaking. Talking to myself was becoming a real issue. The solution; a puppy!

I was not much of an animal person and incredibly allergic to dogs. However, I had puppies on the brain, and I was determined to have a little sidekick as soon as possible. After weeks of googling hypoallergenic dog breeds and searching the humane association websites, craigslist, and tons of puppies for sale pages on Facebook. I found her; one out of eleven puppies left. A few weeks later my friend and I made the six-hour road trip to bring her home. Hands down the best impulsive decision I have ever made. I say impulsive because I had no idea what I was getting myself into I just knew it absolutely felt necessary. This beautiful Goldendoodle named Ember very easily became my best friend and instantly cured any sign of loneliness. Here is how.

I was doubtful on that three-hour car ride back home with Ember in my lap. What did I just do? I can't raise a puppy on my own! The doubt faded though, as soon as the loneliness did.