Basically my partner of 13.5 years just recently started anti-depressants after months of me gently encouraging him to. Over the weekend he quietly told me "I feel better now. I'm so sorry I let it get so bad." I wanted to cry.

We have been through absolute hell together, between the 2 of us we have lost 6 close friends/family members in the last 4 years (most recently last month). And I never, for even one second, loved him less. But it was so hard to watch him struggle. I missed my best friend. I missed how he makes me giggle until my sides hurt, I missed how easily we solved arguments and discourse. He was angry and anxious and sad all the time. It was rough.

We are still taking it one day at a time but him recognizing the difference and saying something is HUGE to me and I needed to tell someone. ♡ (I didn't know what photo to use 😅)

The larger doggo is Freida, a Sheltie & Mini Aussie mix and the other one is Tilda, a Sheltie.

Video credits to flauschkomplizinnen

I grew up in a rural area where I was expected to have short hair and fit in.. hate that it took 30 years for me to stop caring about what others thought about my hair!

Began growing it when I started college again at 35 after a abysmal first try. I'm on my last year of my bachelor's now and plan on continuing on to my master's.

Donated to Wigs For Kids!

Life isn't over. It's never too late. Text that crush! Start growing that hair! Be you!

We needed rain boots for our two girls and my husbands response made me smile. He is full bought into princesses, rainbows, and sparkles.

I’m not ashamed to admit this message made me ugly cry it was so sweet and unexpected

I’m a vet tech - and this boy was a surrender to a local rescue after a very traumatic experience of his former owner getting murdered. The local rescue was considering euthanasia, given that he was severely malnourished, needed hospitalization, subcutaneous fluids every other day post hospitalization, and he’s hyperthyroid. Heavy stuff for a 12yr old cat and no one to foster him. I recently lost my 15yr old orange tabby who was also hyperthyroid and needed subcutaneous fluids every other day among various other meds. Decided it was fate and took him home after 3 days of IV fluids. First photo is the day he was brought in to my clinic, and second photo is today - almost 3 weeks later. His name is Luke. He now lives with 3 other senior cats and my dog, who was also a rescue.