Once Mom left I walked to my room and blasted my music. I might not be able to see, but I can listen. Everything from heavy metal to classical flowed across my mp3 and into the air, enveloping me like a blanket.
There was nothing like music to sooth a bad day.
Sophie flopped down on my bed and I rubbed her stomach. She was a Carin Terrier, the same type of dog Dorthy had on The Wizard of Oz. I sometimes felt like Sophie was Toto, for she was a miracle helping me through a miracle, just like her celebrity cousin.
I laughed. “You remember watching Wizard of Oz on broadway? And that girl trying to feed you Skittles?”
I talked to my guidedog like she was a sister, and in a way, she was. She went where I went- school, library, grocery, although that didn’t go over well with other people sometimes. People threw food at her and stepped on her tail all the time. Once, a man had tried to kick her. But although small, she had a sassy attitude.
Sometimes she was my only inspiration to keep fighting my disease.