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Almost two weeks ago, I sat on the floor of a veterinary clinic, sobbing, as I said goodbye to my dog. I rescued her when she was five, and for the eight and a half years since, she was my sidekick, the only other female in a house full of boys. I affectionately called her my dog daughter. Wherever I was, she was. My girl, right down to the very end at 13 and a half. Her death was sudden, and I was not ready for it. As I sat there, something unexpected happened. Alongside the

In a world that often tells us to be strong and hide our feelings, the subtle but powerful signals of anxiety are frequently dismissed....