I SLEPT UNDER A BRIDGE, BUT MY DOG KEPT ME WARM AND SANE
People think rock bottom comes when you lose your house, your job, or even your family. For me, it was the moment I realized I hadn’t heard my own name spoken in two weeks—not once—except in the silent language of my dog, Bixby. He couldn’t say it out loud, of course, but every morning he’d…







