"Having contemplated suicide, I was suffering from the invisible wounds and scars of post-traumatic stress disorder. The nightmares, anxiety in crowds and daytime panic attacks that made me reluctant to leave my home. I was going to leave it up to God. My wife and I were praying for a good dog. God winked at us, and I got a dog named Faith. She is everything I could ask for. Faith senses when I’m having a nightmare. Faith lies on my chest and licks my hand, and I am soothed into a restful sleep."
