It’s not so much a princess fantasy, but more from concern that my little dog would be left completely helpless…
I have a fear of dying from my asthma attacks.
So I am thankful that I have friends who check on me regularly, and they are committed to breaking down my front door if the time comes (well, they would have my spare keys, but let’s make it a big more dramatic) so that they can rescue my dog, and perhaps me too, if it isn’t already too late.
This is not meant to be morbid. It’s meant to be appreciative.
I feel very special to have people who would do that for me.
And I am glad I can have conversations like this with them.