. I’d spent the last 18 years consumed as a to my daughter who had been acting professionally since infancy. I had just put her on a plane to attend college clear across the country and the time had come to get off the runway and let her take flight.
I felt unqualified, irrelevant and While I was raising my daughter and managing her career, the entire world had changed and left me behind. Employers were now half my age and wanted to know how many Twitter followers I had. (Last count: 2) I didn’t have any of the new skills needed for the jobs I wanted and frankly I was just too overwhelmed and upset to learn.
I felt sick, hopeless and wanted my life to end. And that’s what true depression is. I wasn’t being a drama queen, I literally did not want to live. I couldn’t sleep, yet I couldn’t get out of bed. I couldn’t eat. I cried so much I was dehydrated. So many times I had screamed at my daughter over leaving dirty dishes out, borrowing my favorite clothes, and staying out too late, now I would’ve given anything to have those petty irritations back.
, My job no longer required high-heels, fancy meals and negotiating deals, but sneakers, a name tag and lanyard. Now the managers I was taking meetings with weren’t Hollywood’s top brass, but retail managers around the same age as my daughter.
I doubted I would last through the first pay period without being hauled off in a straight jacket.
. Working with pet parents fulfilled me in a very special way no other career ever had. All my experience working with shelter pets over the years, made me a natural at my new and I found a new calling.
Thankfully all my early attempts fell flat or I may have snatched up any three legged, , rabid beast needing a home.
They had found a young Pug on the side of a desert road who’d just had a litter of pups. She was likely a breeder dog who had never been out of a crate. She needed quite a bit of attention and care and they asked if I would be interested.
The second I laid eyes on this frightened, adorable little Pug I fell head-over-heels in love. I named her reassured her that life was about to drastically change. Little did I know, so was mine.
Olive made me happier than I’d been since my daughter and my old life had I was having the time of my life getting to know and rehabilitate this darling, new (and previously abused) pug.
I began making videos and blogging about products and fun things for pet parents to do. Suddenly I was becoming, the for pet questions.
With Olive at my side and the ability to be my own boss, I passed on the 60+ hours work week and non-stop corporate demands. -And not for one second have I regretted my decision.
Taking that high-profile corporate position would’ve killed me. Instead, my dog gave me a new She inspired my pet health & lifestyle blog,. In just a few years, it’s now published nationwide, and is being made into a new TV series. Everyday I have the opportunity to help others save money and live happier, healthier lives with their pets.