I was fortunate enough to get a siberian husky puppy from a local rescue. I had been looking forward to picking her up for months, and was ecstatic when the day finally came.

But, as soon as she was in the car, though, I started to feel the weight of the responsibility I’d just taken on. She had accidents (like all puppies do, I’m sure) several times per day, even when I was trying to be careful. She’d cry at night and I’d need to set alarms to take her out to pee. I couldn’t believe I’d decided to do this on my own. Worst of all, friends an family would tell me how lucky I had been to get and how perfect my new puppy was—which only heightened the contrast of how I felt.

But, one day at a time, we developed a routine. She needed to go out less and less at night, and she adapted to time spent in the crate (which my vet explained was for her own good, since it kept her safe and provided time for her to rest). I spent less time worrying about accidents, and more time thinking about the ways we could spend our afternoons together. And, I felt more comfortable asking friends and family to help.

It’s been a long time since that adoption. I tried, recently, to imagine my life without her—and it was terrible. She helped me get outside more, get more exercise, and she’s offered constant companionship. She’s always happy to see me when I get home. And, she’s always ready to play a game or two.

For those who have also suffered from depression and anxiety after adopting their new puppies, I strongly encourage you to see it through. You owe it to yourself and the newest member of your family to give the new relationship time.