I'm sorry for talking so much, it's just that since I got Cookie I've felt the need to just... talk. Not write stories, just talk. I haven't talked in about 3 months, so I'm still getting used to it, bear with me. Before I met my Cookie, my life was really messed up.... I didn't talk except for saying yes, no, Amen, good morning, or good night. Sometimes I would say I love you. I was very involved in music before the... accident..... and I would always play songs on my Alexa. Cujo's death had started my anxiety, but it was small then. Then one night, I had a horrible nightmare. It was me and him, I was riding on his back, then suddenly, a storm breaks out. We gallop back to the barn, but right before we make it in, we get struck by lightning, and he dies. I would always wake up screaming after that dream. Not because of the storm, but because I had no will to live without Cujo. By then, I started feeling more depressed, and I started having a terrible storm anxiety. My parents made me talk to a therapist once a week, and I hated it. We were on our way home from church when the accident happened. We were driving on the correct lane, but then we saw a speeding car, heading towards us. At first, we thought it was in the other lane, but by the time we noticed it was in our lane, it was too late. The car rammed into us. It almost killed the other driver, who had passed out in the car before it hit us, and injured my whole family. I broke my arm, but it also seemed I had broken my state of mind. I stopped talking, hating myself. I only thought about Cujo and I sometimes wrote stories on the Fan Fiction page. For the 5 days I was in the hospital ( I really hurt my arm ) I was only on my Chromebook or reading TGH. Again. I re-read the first one 3 times while I was in the hospital. When I finally came home, I made 3 meals for that day quickly, then grabbed everything I needed and basically moved into my room. I woke up at 5:00 every morning before my family did so I wouldn't have to talk, then went back up to my room. My mom said every once in a while I needed some fresh air, so I would ride my bike to the library, pick out a book I wouldn't even read, and go back to my room. My parents got a new car because our old one was ruined, and one day we went on a mystery car ride. We finally ( after a long drive ) met Cookie. They named her YouTube, but I HATED that name. The next day, I took a test that said I needed a Service Dog. Me and her got registered, I changed her name to Cookies And Cream, and the rest is history! Pictures included.