I am 74 years old

I am 74 years old and I am old. There is no one with me at home. My husband, who was my life partner, also left me. After he was gone, sadness came into my life, so I adopted a dog who was 3 years old. His story was very painful. His owner brought him to a shelter with the purpose of just giving him up for adoption because he could not take care of him as he was moving to another place. The dog was left behind in such a way that it had a toy. When I read his story, I told my son on the phone at home about the dog. I said that after your father left, I would be alone. You either stay or help me adopt this dog. Then he decided to adopt the dog. It wasn't that my son didn't want to be with me; his job was in the city, and he had his own family who told him to come over. But I talked to my husband about it. He didn't want to leave the house that held his memories (which was a thing). Initially, my son told me again to come over, then he said, "Mother, that dog is too big; how will you handle it?" But after my request, he went with me to the shelter. I saw him and hugged him; he was soft and natural. We brought him home. He was like a trained pet; wherever I went, he would come with me, and he wouldn’t cause any trouble at home; he just stayed with me. At night, he would sleep next to my feet. People considered him a burden, but he is my family.