I am going to rate Dog Medicine 4 stars as a ‘dog’ book. From the standpoint of a true story of a lady dealing with and recovering from depression, I give it 5 stars. I am always impressed when people can completely bare their soul and story. I know it is the best way for others to learn and deal with their own stuff, and we all have stuff.
As I often do with my reviews, I will add some excerpts from the book, first on her depression and then on the dog:
‘The sorrow on that lonely walk back to my apartment was like the strike of lightning that cracked the dam. I didn’t know this then, but depression can be like a slow leak. Once the dam’s hit, water starts to seep through and as the days and weeks go by, the crack grows bigger.’
‘Then, as was my habit, I placed this diagnosis right next to all the other diagnoses I’d absorbed over the years. Ugly, Weird, Stupid, Fat, Unlikable, please meet your newest teammate: Depressed.’
‘My favorite place was officially the dark crease between the cushions on the back of the couch. My face felt best pushed deep into that crack. Sensory deprivation had become the only way to comfort myself. I needed to be alone with no light, no sounds, no smells, and as little air circulation as possible. The breeze from an opened door hurt my skin.’
Then hope comes in the form of a golden retriever puppy:
'I studied each page with surprising focus and found myself returning to golden retrievers: easy to train, loyal, big, great running partners, and beautiful. A family dog. My new family.'
‘In that moment, of course, I knew. There he was. I hadn’t been forced to choose; I’d been chosen. I picked him up and he licked my nose. He smelled like dirt and metal and wet dog. My dog had found me.’
‘It was as if the moment I picked him up, I felt lifted. Already I couldn’t fathom the thought of ever letting him go. I felt a perceptible shift the moment I met him. A reuniting. A lifting. A glimpse of hope.’
‘The blackness fizzled when I touched this dog, and in their place appeared a quite calm.’
‘I couldn’t imagine treating myself kindly, with gentle understanding. But I could, without question, do that for my dog. Perhaps part of what began to save me was that I started creating this sacred, safe space where he and I met. In this space, there was not ridicule. There was no doubt or loneliness. There was no sorrow or anger. It was just pure, beautiful being. It was us looking at the world with wide-eyed, forever hopeful puppy wonder.’
‘I took a deep breath and felt the blackness loosen its grip. Dog medicine. I’d found it, and I swallowed it whole.’
When you go down a long rough path with someone, it feels great when you can find a way to pull out of the darkness with them. We can learn with them. Even though stupid mistakes. It gives us hope we can pull out of stuff we may have to deal with it. I particularly liked this lesson we have to remind ourselves of:
‘What if I just decided that all of those mistakes were teachings? Maybe all of those choices I’d made were so that I could learn that what I wanted wasn’t drama and sorrow, just love: love in the way Bunker gave love. Unconditional. No expectations. No strings. Just love, because what is more beautiful than that?’
In summary, if you are looking for a ‘dog’ book I may recommend other books, depending on what you like, but if you like a nice true-life story of recovery and hope (with a dog) then I would recommend this book. It is one currently in Wesley Banks ‘100 best dog stories of all time’ so I can check off having read another one from that list, but I disagree with it being one of the best ‘dog’ stories though.
PS: if you are one who doesn’t like to read dog books when Kleenex is needed at the end of the book, then just don’t read the Epilogue. But you would miss other great stuff that is in the Epilogue. But really, I just recommend you getting over the inevitable we all have to face in order to enjoy all the great joy that is a dog, or that is in a great book with a dog.