Hi, I'm Casee, and this is Blaze.
I WRITE. SHE MOSTLY JUST NAPS.
Blaze and I met when I was two years into recovery from severe anxiety and she was one year into life at the pound. I had spent nearly a decade struggling to leave the house due to anticipatory anxiety and daily panic attacks. Blaze had been found, at six years old, abandoned in the basement of her owners' foreclosed home. We were both a bit of a mess, both in search of peace, and both in need of a friend. As fate would have it, we met one early morning in late June, and we've been besties ever since.