I haven’t bought a second dog bed in three years. It would be a waste of money. They wouldn’t use it.

The white one (Casper) came to me broken. He spent the first two years of his life locked in a crate in a dark garage. When I adopted him, he had what the vet called “separation panic.” If the room went dark, he screamed. If he couldn’t see me, he shook. He was terrified that if he closed his eyes, he would wake up back in that crate. He didn’t sleep for more than 20 minutes at a time. He was exhausted, but his brain wouldn’t let him rest.

Then came the brindle one (Bruno). Bruno was a street stray. Tough, scarred, and completely unbothered by anything. I was worried Bruno might be too rough for fragile Casper.

I was wrong. The first night I brought Bruno home, Casper started his usual pacing and whining when the lights went out. Bruno didn’t growl. He didn’t snap. He simply walked over to the dog bed, laid down, and let out a long, heavy sigh. He looked at Casper and waited.

Casper hesitated. He took one step. Then another. He laid down next to the big brindle dog. And then, Bruno did something I’ll never forget. He scooted forward and pressed his heavy, blocky forehead directly against Casper’s face.

He literally put his head against the frantic thoughts inside Casper’s mind. It was like he was saying, “I’ve got the watch tonight. You can turn it off.”

Casper let out a breath he had been holding for two years. His eyes closed. He slept for 8 hours straight.

That was three years ago. They have slept exactly like this every single night since. Forehead to forehead. Nose to nose. Transferring calm from one brain to the other.

Sometimes, when Casper starts to twitch in a nightmare, Bruno just presses a little harder, grounding him back to reality.

They say you can’t save them all. But sometimes, you just have to save the one who saves the other.

I went in for one and ended up with soulmates. ❤️ Do you have two pets that are inseparable?

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