“A few days later, Tuesday quietly crossed our apartment as I read a book and, after a nudge against my arm, put his head on my lap. As always, I immediately checked my mental state, trying to assess what was wrong. I knew a change in my biorhythms had brought Tuesday over, because he was always monitoring me, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Breathing? Okay. Pulse? Normal. Was I glazed or distracted? Was I lost in Iraq? Was a dark period descending? I didn't think so, but I knew something must be wrong, and I was starting to worry...until I looked into Tuesday's eyes. They were staring at me softly from under those big eyebrows, and there was nothing in them but love.” LoveDogTrue LoveIraqWarriorWoundedPtsdIraq WarTuesdayBondDog LoverDogs LoyaltyWounded VeteransTbi Book:Until Tuesday: A Wounded Warrior and the Golden Retriever Who Saved Him Source: Until Tuesday: A Wounded Warrior and the Golden Retriever Who Saved Him