For the Love of Ruby

Five months of sobriety should have made life easier to cope with, but instead, each day became a tougher battle to fight. I'd never been a social drinker and I was even less social as a sober person. The thought of venturing out into the world without something to steady my nerves was almost incomprehensible. I'd become a prisoner of fear in my own small apartment. My treatment center counselor, my fellow AAs, and my family all gave suggestions designed to get me out of my apartment and into the world. None were in the least bit appealing until someone suggested I get a dog. Now that hit a chord.