“Dr. Ron, my dog saved my life,” one of my patients told me recently.
“My chronic pain and fibromyalgia had gotten really bad and I didn’t have the energy to do anything. I was just about able to drag myself out of bed twice a day to take my dog for a walk.
“That’s when she decided that she wasn’t going to do her business within 400 yards or so of my house. I don’t know why, but she insisted on walking part way around the block before she’d stake her territory.
Naturally, I had to walk with her whether I wanted to or not. At the time, that was just about my only physical activity. And no matter how low my energy was, the right amount of light physical exercise is actually good for someone with fibromyalgia.
That was the beginning of my recovery. Gradually she’d take me farther and farther. How did she know that was the perfect thing for me? I owe it all to my dog…”
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