Yesterday I registered my dog, Martini, as an emotional support animal. I kinda did it because when you do that, apartment management are supposed to let you bring your dog with you anywhere and you don’t have to pay a pet deposit or monthly pet rent (which is now around $30/month here).
Today, after a long day of dumb work (boss using me as his personal assistant) and depression over not really digging any of the apartments/condos/houses I’ve been scouting, and a super hot evening walk that left me drained, I plopped onto my bed.
When Martini came running, bounding on the bed and then plopping on my side giving me the biggest and sweetest kisses ever, I lost it. I broke down in heaving sobs and the tears finally, FINALLY flowed down my cheeks.
She truly is an emotional support animal. I needed that so desperately. What would I do without her?