It's been three years since Liam was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and so much has changed during that time. I sit in the psychiatrist's office with Liam and Dave. "So" The psychiarist begans "What would you like to discuss today?" I glance at Dave then at Liam and realise I can't think of anything to say. "We wanted to talk about Liam" Dave says "Is there something wrong?" The psychiatrist asks. "Yes" I reply, " He seems to be a bit- " I pause, trying to find the right word. "Down in the dumps" Dave finishes for me. The psychiatrist nods then runs her hands through her hair. "Well" she says, "I do have one suggestion" "What's that I ask. "Have you thought of getting a dog?" I shake my head. With all the things that have happened in the past three years, getting a pet is the last thing on my mind.
"Well it's just a suggestion, but sometimes for patients with a severe illness we sometimes use animals to cheer them up" The psychiatrist explains. I listen carefully to everything she has to say. "Ok, that sounds like a good idea" I say. "It's great" the psychiatrist says, "You should look into it" I nod and leave her office.
"Lola" Dave asks me when we get home "Are you sure about this?" "About what?" I ask "Getting a dog" Dave replies. " Dave, remember what you said to me the night Liam was diagnosed?" He nods. "You said the important thing was that he's happy. Well that's what I'm doing, I'm making sure Liam's happy" "Ok" Dave says "Well I think we should start looking at what breed's best" I nod and log onto the computer thinking about the life changing decision we're about to make and wondering if I'm doing the right thing.
Author's note: So chapter three already. Blimey. By the way if you're reading this story could you please leave a review. It doesn't have to be a big essay just a wee review. No flames though. I don't like flames (Who does) Cheers