Doggo- Service Dog.. Woes, or New Beginning?

In June, I had posted about wanting a service dog. In this story (https://medium.com/@ayoungauthorsnotebook/do-you-really-need-a-service-dog-bbc0073aaed9) — I tell you about how I need one.

A few days ago, the day after Christmas, actually, I found a dog on the side of the road, and she was cute, sweet and the PERFECT service dog. I named her Darci (Darcy). She was cute, cuddly and above all, sweet! On New Years Eve, her owners found her with me, at a local walmart and of course, she left. I was torn. I knew she wasn’t mine, but I was hoping she would be. Darci seemed like the perfect dog. I’ll be very blunt, I hadn’t been doing well. My mental health and depression was getting really bad and when that happened, I got really upset and I wanted to unalive myself. My in-laws stepped in and they offered me their house for two nights, where I am currently here with them right now. They are amazing and I wouldn’t be here without them. My father in-law- being the sweetest man ever, has offered to help me find my “Darci” and he’s offered to drop the money for the doggo, which is amazing, cause I am looking for a rescue, not a puppy ( I just don’t have time for a puppy to be blunt). We applied to meet several dogs that I felt might be a good fit for being a service dog.

I am meeting a dog named Olivier tomorrow and I am in contact with two different organizations that I applied for dogs for. My husband, trying to be as supportive as he can be. He wants a cat. He always said we needed a house before the dog, and now, knowing how bad my mental health was, and how much I really need a dog NOW, he’s trying to change his tune, but still soo stubborn about it. I’ll say this and this might come across mean, and frankly I don’t care: If this were a cat, WE WOULD BE IN THE CAR ON THE WAY TO GET IT, NO QUESTIONS ASKED- but since it’s a dog, he’s dragging his feet. He told me that Darci being taken back was “all on me”. I was already having a meltdown and I told him that I had to go, and I cried so hard and felt like that the universe, again, doesn’t want me to be happy. It never does, I feel like. My brain feels that every sense of happiness, is shredded away, one step at a time. But, I know that I’ll be looking at other doggies and hoping finding my perfect service dog. 2024 WILL BE THE YEAR OF SERVICE DOG- AND THAT IS NOT NEGOTIABLE.

My job is so great in trying to give me the supplies for the dog at the office and want me to be accommodated.

I hope will update this story with good news I hope!