The other night, I was done. I felt more alone than I ever have in my life. My family was at their breaking point with me. I was sobbing in front of my kids, at which point my ex-wife had to take them somewhere so they wouldn't see me like that.
Opening the doors to K9s For Warriors was a task that took tremendous effort, drive, and passion. At the time, I saw the start of this organization as a way to help veterans and my son, Brett. I remember being sick with concern over my only son when he developed PTSD after returning home from Iraq as a civilian bomb dog handler.