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Emotional Support Dog
The story of Bella, my right hand pug
“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself.”
— Josh Billings
Alone. Petrified. Isolated. Trembling. Sweating. Confused. Emotional.
I was in need of support, absolutely, upon moving to Vegas without friends and without family (family in town, that is). Though I was living in my aunt’s home for a year — very generous of her, I might add — she wasn’t constantly home and was mostly traveling the world. I had no work (upon moving), no friends (yet) and no place of true comfort which I could call my own.
Having moved with such uncertainty of my future, I entrusted my grandparents with my darling pug, two states away.
Deep in the throws of my depression, I decided I needed Bella back, lest my mind unravel to the point of no return. No improvement. No sanity. So I made the trip to get her back, realizing how much I needed her and also realizing, how much I’d need to change in order for her to need me!
I saw a doctor, who wrote me a letter to use as the need for an emotional support dog, which I later used at the airport back home with my emotional support pug, Bella. I laugh now, but the scene to follow was an outright shit-show whilst I was at the airport with my parents, having just been…
