I had a boat for 30 years. That boat was to be my path out of life if I could no longer tolerate living. I knew I could go out by myself and simply never return.With Rimfire, I no longer needed the security blanket of having that simple exit strategy. My depression? It’s a constant battle, like somebody said in a movie once, “for the rest of my days,” but with help from this incredible dog and a few very special two-legged battle buddies...
...I HAVE HOPE
He has never caught me “in the act,” so to speak, or in any stage of actual preparation for that final act of escape. But he has rushed to me when he’s found me on my knees sobbing … rushed to me and madly licked streams of tears and snot off my face, totally interrupting my downward spiral.”
I sold that boat, I was very pleased to donate the check for its sale to Northwest Battle Buddies.