Sarala Life — Life in Chapters: Careers, Canines, Cabernet & Courage

Honestly, everything. My doggies bring a kind of joy that’s hard to explain but easy to feel. There’s unconditional love in the way they look at me — that soft gaze that says, “you’re my whole world.” They teach me discipline in routine, care in action, and reward me with endorphins just from a cuddle, a tail wag, or that post-meal trot to come find me instead of heading straight for a nap.

They are loyal in the purest way, quirky in the most delightful ways, and they love you without condition, ego, or expectation. Whether it’s a silent companion during a low moment, or the joyful dash to the door when you come home — it’s all heartwarming. Pets remind you to be present. They don’t care what you look like, what you achieved today, or what you’re overthinking. They just love. And that alone makes every day better.

And then there’s the sweetest part — my pug curled up on my shoulder, my MinPin tucked into the crook of my arm like clockwork, exactly 30 minutes before it’s time to wake up. It’s as if they run on an internal “mama love” schedule. Somehow, I end up squished into a corner of a king-sized bed the size of a dinner chair — but that’s love. Through it all, they’re not just pets, they’re family. They depend on me, just as I lean on them — for a good morning, a good night, and the quiet comfort of being wrapped in love when I need it most.