One of my best friends is going through a divorce. It's been getting nasty, and they live with two kids in a small NYC apartment. I'm FB friends (settings limited for what they can see) with both kids, 7th grade & 9th grade. The youngest daughter just posted how crappy her life is and how much she hates her parents, etc. She'll usually talk to me, but today she wants to talk to Riley.
I know that she knows Riley is me, but I think it allows her to say more, when she imagines she's talking to my dog. It seems to help her so much when the shiit hits the fan at home. Breaks my heart a little.