#Dog Health Awareness

[happydogophiles]

Canine Wellness: Recognizing Common Dog Health Problems

🐶🩺 Keep your furry friend healthy and happy! Learn to recognize common dog health problems, get expert tips, and ensure your pup's wellness. 🏥🐾 Let's give our dogs the best care they deserve! 🐕💖 #CanineWellness #DogHealth 🩺🐾

When it comes to our furry companions, their health and well-being are of utmost importance. As dog owners, it is essential to be aware of common health problems that can affect our canine friends. By recognizing the signs and symptoms early on, we can ensure that our dogs receive the necessary care and attention to maintain their overall wellness. In this article, we will explore various common…

[cicidraws]

i still every day get like over 100 notes on my mouse doodle dogs ive done

since yall like that sorta thing heres more: Bulldogs. especially english bulldogs. i love them dearly.

[thatkarleesidraws]

You wanna know why I like Dazai so much?

It’s because he resonates with me. When I was 18 and severely depressed, I went to the club every weekend. Friday, Saturday and sometimes even Thursday til 5 in the morning, blackout drunk, smoking one cigarette after another, waking up with a massive hangover, just to fill that void in my chest.

Of course it didn’t help. I’ve known it back then, and I know it now. But slipping into those self-destructive behaviours was better than not feeling anything at all.

I don’t know when it started. Maybe I was just born with it. All I knew was that I don’t feel like I belong here and that I want to go home.

I’ve been the golden child, the smart kid that got good grades without studying much. But where did it get me now? I’m 25, working through my second therapy, taking antidepressants again and I have no idea what to do with my life. I have no desire in earning a whole lot of money, no desire to contribute anything to society, no desire to exist.

It’s odd, really. Contradicting even. I find a lot of things beautiful. Music, art, nature, sometimes even people. Always seeing the world through the eyes of a child. Though somehow I’m always at war with myself, trying to bend and force my mind to function properly.

I’m not even sad. I just don’t know what to do or say anymore. I’m so tired of explaining myself, tired of being the “funny friend”, tired of always listening to others. I don’t even want anything anymore.

But there he is. A fictional man, with a dark past who pretends to be silly and carefree even though he’s dying inside, who puts my thoughts into better words than I ever could. That is why I love Dazai so much. Because there is this one character that gives me the feeling that I’m not alone in my suffering. Is it delusional? Yeah, maybe. But I can’t be bothered. He gives me a sense of belonging in this world of pure chaos and for that I cannot thank him enough.

[fyodors--ushanka]

So I'm a little silly so I'm sending another ask (I really like ur stuff, also, please go st ur own pace bestie) so whenever you get to it is when you get to it.

Atsushi and Dazai helping the reader with a depressive episode. (Like, bedrot can't do anything kinda thing)

Thank you ur the best <33

Thank you, and you're welcome!

Warning: mental Health, also some self projecting

Dazai:

Dazai walked down the hallway, a crease between his eyebrows as he furrowd them. He knocked once.

Then twice

Then Three times.

You opened the door, face sunken in from not eating or sleeping. Your eyes were red, likely from crying. "What?" You questioned, voice hoarse. "I came to check on you." "Oh.." you numbly replied. He frowned. "May I come in?" You were hesitant, but let him in. "All I have right now is tea and rice, sorry." You closed the door, pulling a jacket from the floor and zipping it.

"You seem upset.." was all he said as you sat down. You served him some rice, sitting a cup of tea in front of you. He poked your lips with the chopsticks, nudging a piece of rice into your mouth. "Do..Do you not like it?" Your voice even sounding small with each word. "I like it, but you haven't been eating for how long?" "A few days ago I ate Onigiri" He forced more food into your mouth.

After successfully getting you to eat, he made you lay down. He brushed your hair from your face, frowning at the change from work you to home you. He wrapped his arms around you, making you cry into his chest. He spent a few more days like this, doing anything he could to help.

Atsushi:

Atsushi heard a thump, so he ran to you. He didn't expect to find you distraught, tears flowing down your chin onto your thighs and shirt. He freaked out, checking you for injuries as you stared forwards.

He found some food and made you eat. "P-Please eat, Y/n! Your face is all sunken in and pale..." You shiveredd a bit, pulling your hood above your head. "Why are you so sad?" You avoided answering, instead stuffing your face with food.

He cupped your face with his hands, looking deep within your eyes. He brushed some hair from your face, a few tears that built up into your eyes finally shed. You didn't speak. Your eyes bore into his own.

He wrapped a blanket around you, coaxing you to lay down. He refused to leave until you were better, helping you do chores seeing as you didn't want to leave your bed. He listened as you vented, giving you support. As the days passed you got better, happier.

[hannigramislife]

"I am NOT justifying what he did, but Dazai as a character went through so much pain and—" Good, God please double the pain of Akutagawa, Q, Chuuya, Gin, Ango, Oda, Atsushi, and give it to Dazai.

[spiritchill]

"Don't fake your problems man, create real ones. "

- Jake the Doggo

[mansorus]

I D G A F 🐶🐾🐕🦴🦮🐕‍🦺🐩

[spoonful116]

There are 3 main types of assistive animals: therapy animals, service dogs, and emotional support animals. I'm taking a look at each type and some of the similarities and differences

[bodymodificationnation]

My service dog died in July and I’m still so broken. I feel like I will never be happy again. He was not only my best friend but I considered him to be my son. He was my whole world and I’m so angry that life took him away from me. He never did a single thing wrong. He didn’t deserve this.

[suicideenthusiast]

// Regarding my last mental health posts, let's be positive again! I may not feel empathy or guilt, but I do:

Care for people

Experience happiness

Love animals

Like hanging out with my friends

Like being unserious/silly

People with lack of empathy are just as human as you are! They are not robots! They can laugh easily, they can be emotional, everything! Empathy and guilt aren't everything <3

[thebeauty-inlife]

Roxy, the black Labrador, embodies the essence of a dog Zen master with grace and wisdom that transcends the ordinary. Her serene disposition and mindful presence make her a living embodiment of tranquility.

Roxy moves through life with a graceful fluidity, each step deliberate and unhurried. Whether she's enjoying a sun-drenched afternoon or a leisurely walk in the park, every moment is a testament to her Zen-like approach to existence.

What truly sets Roxy apart is her ability to be fully present in every moment. She doesn't dwell on past experiences or worry about what the future may hold. Instead, she finds contentment and joy in the here and now. Her playfulness is infectious, and her moments of rest are a gentle reminder to embrace the present and let go of life's worries.

Roxy's wisdom extends to her interactions with others. She listens with a profound patience, her deep, soulful eyes reflecting a profound understanding. In her presence, you feel seen and accepted, as if she's imparting the wisdom of the ages through her silent gaze.

Roxy's life as a dog Zen master is a testament to the transformative power of living in the moment and embracing the simplicity of existence. She reminds us that amidst the chaos of our daily lives, there is a wellspring of peace within us waiting to be discovered. Roxy's legacy is one of mindfulness, serenity, and the profound beauty of a dog's soul.

[notdelusionalatall]

TW: suicide, self harm, dpdr

Just because I have mental problems and struggle every day with dark thoughts and feel strongly suicidal on some days, that doesn't mean that I have forgotten about the good things in my life.

I attempted suicide a few weeks ago and I feel horribly sorry, not so much for me, but rather for the pain I caused to those who love me.

My mom tends to say that I am a negative person but no, I will always love those who are there for me, I will always love hanging out with animals and feeding strays, I will always love nature, swimming, playing games meant for kids, I will always love plushies, cute and girly stuff, the color pink and so on.

As you can see by my blog it is mostly depressing stuff and "gaslight gatekeep girlboss, delulu" and other bullshit.

This blog is just for me to be "insane" on the internet, a safe place to vent and say the things I would usually keep to myself.

I am recovering from alcoholism so that means I am on meds, and I admit that I sometimes abuse/misuse them thinking that a bigger dosage will help more but I am glad I haven't touched alcohol for almost a year and a half, despite the terrible withdrawals.

My beer belly is gone, my stomach is not as disturbed, my migraines are getting weaker and weaker and I look fresh!

I won't let my shitty mental health take away the gratitude I have inside me for everything good in my life. I wont let it ruin me.

☯️

So no, I am not a negative person, I think I am somewhere in the middle.

Also fuck derealization.

[mochathesamoyed]

Depression.

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[sp00kysk3lly]

This country really does make me fucking sick!

[neurosky]

Throwback to the time I went for a walk and stopped by a store to get a drink, while still being terrified of people. Then the cashier taught me how to open cans without using my nails, and the guy behind me lent me a little money because I didn't have enough, and I realized people really can be kind

[mansorus]

Interior view of Drakes custom Chrome Hearts Rolls Royce Cullinan