I opened up facebook just now and saw a picture of Toby on a post that I hadn’t put there, when I realised where it had come from my heart skipped a beat. I’m panicking a little now about the fact that this post from my blog is out in the public world where I can’t control it. Yet…part of me is very happy that the story of Toby and I and how he helped me is out there for more people to read. My last name isn’t there so how could anyone I don’t want to read it know it was me? Except for the fact that Toby is a rather distinctive little furbaby I can’t see a reason why, but part of me is still screaming at me to tell them I’ve changed my mind, to take it down.
I’m not going to listen to it though, that post will stay there and maybe bring some kind of hope to someone who was in the place I was before I got him. My little pet therapist may make someone else smile and I can’t take that chance away.