I was depressed, 300lbs, on four different medications and diagnosed with ptsd and feeling like I was ready to leave this earth. We watching the rescue rovers page for days upon days until finally submitting an application for a few dogs we thought might need saving, the last dog we applied for we were able to adopt. I met the foster in the morning (I usually woke up around 2pm) to meet him. Fast forward nine months-I have lost 100 lbs, I’m off every medication I was on, my therapy went from one a week to once a month, he is the absolute light of my life. My husband and brother love him almost as much as I do ( haha). We recently adopted his brother as well, last week actually.