My ESA: Hopper
Let me start with a little bit of my background before I get into how I got my emotional support animal.
Five years ago, my mom was transferred to East Texas for her job, and ever since then my life sort of flipped upside down. The first couple of years weren’t so bad, I was doing great, school was awesome, and my job kept me busy.
Living in Depression
Then my living situation sort of fell through, and I ended up having to move in with my biological father. I hated it! Life in that house wasn’t great and that is when my depression and anxiety hit me hard. I never wanted to get out of bed, but I also never wanted to be at home. At the time, I was 21, and I should have been having the time of my life, but I was so lost I didn’t know what to do anymore. I wanted life to just stop. Then I had my breaking point! One day my “dad” and I didn’t see eye to eye and things didn’t go so well; that was when I decided to move.
So I left…
I packed up what I had and traveled 3 hours away from everything I knew. I left my friends, my job, and college. That was when my anxiety started showing its face more and my depression was really weighing me down. After a few months things started to slowly look up. I met an amazing man, that is now my husband. We have a great life together, but I was still not feeling like myself.
Fast Forward to the day my husband texted me about this little 18 pounds skin and bones little puppy!
Husband: “How bad do you want a dog”
Me: “You know that’s a stupid question”
Husband: “OK well the only way you’re gonna get him is if you come pick him up”
You’ve never seen me move faster, I was off the couch and dressed in 2 seconds flat. It was about 9:30 at night.
Husband: “It’s gonna be an hour or sooner I’m on location right now, and about to head to the yard”
Me: “I’ll meet you there” (this was about 10:30 at night)
As I was sitting patiently, my husband sends me the absolute cutest picture, and immediately my heart was stolen!
This little guy was perfect! We named him Hopper, after the location my husband found him on, and he has been attached to my hip ever since! He became my saving grace and instantly made my life better and easier. If I was feeling down, or if something was really getting to my anxiety, he was there either with his head in my lap or all the way in my lap. He made my heart so happy, so I decided he would make the perfect emotional support animal. I went with registering him as an ESA, till I can afford better training for him to become my service dog for anxiety and depression.
Hopper is a full blood Catahoula Cur, and now weighs 50+ pounds, and thinks he’s an overgrown lap dog. Hopper darts in circles around the backyard, he’s scared of almost everything, and he’s spoiled rotten! Besides all that he is my best friend, and when I get home and see his wagging tail, and his smile from ear to ear with his tongue flopping to the side my day instantly brightens!