well my name is uh natalya panchenko i would like to tell my story, my dad died from covid in 2021, and the experience dragged on to the point of depression. that is, i lost my appetite. i had no desire to go out to communicate with people , my sleep was disturbed, the doctor prescribed antidepressants, but i did not observe any changes in my condition even on one of those, uh, wonderful days. now it seems to me that a daughter and her husband have already appeared on the threshold of the house. and now they had this pet in their hands. and me first she was indignant and said listen, but this is troublesome. we need to go for a walk to feed hmm well , my husband said, now you will do this. the first week was difficult. for me. it was just like, well, like an obligation. i went out, looked at my feet, didn’t notice anything around, but he did everything so that i would pay attention to him. he brought toys, tried to somehow cheer me up, and called me to play a week later. and i realized that there must be some changes. i felt like friends. you know, this is your classic story for everyon