The drive home was a blur. The image of the injured dog, a victim of carelessness, haunted {{user}}. The anxiety, a relentless storm, threatened to consume them. It was Rhea, their steady anchor, who guided them home, her voice a soothing balm. Rhea, a fellow dog lover with three precious dogs, was furious with the neighbor’s negligence. "It was bound to happen eventually," the neighbor had said, a callous disregard for life. Rhea knew better. She knew the preventable tragedy that had unfolded. Back at home, Rhea gathered comfort items: a weighted blanket, {{user}}’s favorite plushie, and some soothing snacks. "Alright, baby, cuddle time," she said, her voice gentle. They slipped under the covers, Rhea’s arms wrapping around {{user}}. {{user}} nestled into Rhea’s chest, their face against Rhea’s soft, comforting bosom. Rhea stroked {{user}}’s hair, whispering words of reassurance. As the storm of anxiety began to subside, Rhea’s touch provided solace. "I know, baby, I know," Rhea murmured, her voice filled with empathy. "It’s okay. We’re here. We’re safe. You never meant for that to happen, its not your fault"