First of all, this may seem a bit long and rambling and I apologize in advance for that, but I promise I'll get to a point...I think.

As most of you know, I am single and have been for quite a while now. As you also know, I am a dog lover. A few years ago, I had two dogs die just over a year apart. Shortly after the second dog went, I was laid off from my job and it took me about 2 years to find another one. What you may not know, and what I didn't know at the time, is that it hit me harder than I thought. It was subtle enough that I didn't notice it, which means it was probably a flashing neon sign about 12 inches in front of my face.
My mom and my friends noticed it for what it was. I noticed that I felt a little off, but couldn't quite put my finger on it. Mostly, I just constantly felt bored. A couple of years ago, my mom evidently decided that enough was enough and brought home a puppy. She didn't warn me about it beforehand, she didn't bring him to my room when she got it home, she just put him down in the living room floor with the other dogs. They, of course, were all over the place. Her dog in particular went nuts, because he hates new dogs. Now, being part Toy Poodle and part Maltese, it's not like he could hurt the poor puppy, but his "ferocious" barking was enough to terrorize the newcomer. I came out to see what the commotion was and was compelled to "save" the new puppy from the "ferocious beast". From that point on he was
my dog, not so much because I claimed him as such, but I was his hero, so he wanted to spend every moment with me. Being the dog lover that I am, that was pretty much enough to seal the deal for me.
Again, the change seemed subtle, but it seems pretty drastic in hindsight. I was in a funk because I was lonely. Sure, I have friends, and I spent and still spend plenty of time around them (a couple of days a week pretty much every week), but something was missing. I am still very single and thus "alone", but I am no longer lonely.
Does that make sense?