I live for my dog. I am 34 years old and single. For the past 6 years, only one thing has mattered in my life: my dog. I am single because I have no room for a boyfriend in my life. People around me always tell me that I am wasting my best years. I organize my life around him: my outings, my evenings and even my family visits. I realized that since he arrived, I have not gone on vacation. 
If I have a weekend outing, I spend the whole day with him so that he doesn't feel lonely in the evening. When I'm at work, I worry too much about him. I know he sleeps well and is well housed and fed inside. But I can't stop imagining that there could be a problem at any moment. I think my love for him is fusional. He sleeps with me, he eats with me and I take him everywhere. Even though he never leaves me, I always keep a training collar around his neck . I am haunted by the idea that he might never come back to me