In the charming town of Weirton, nestled in the foothills of West Virginia, there lives a resilient Saint Bernard named Zeus. He was not an ordinary dog. His robust build, expressive eyes, and sagacious aura set him apart. Trained as a service dog, he had become my rock, constant, and everything. He had an uncanny knack for understanding human emotions and lent a comforting paw whenever I was overwhelmed.