The choice of a service dog is a completely different process beside choosing a pet, meaning the amount of cuteness and fluff should not be prospects. You may have a personal favorite breed of dog before this process, but what is most important is the dog that will best service your life.
My husband and I have been together for 14 years. In 2013, we got married and celebrated our love ❤️ for one another. We put in an application for adoption one year after we got married in 2014. We always knew it was the best choice for us to start our own family, as we knew we both wanted children. We finally got the call we had been waiting for on Aug 1st 2017. We had been matched with a sibling group, two boys 9 months old and 21 months. We were overjoyed and a little overwhelmed, to say the least. We had been waiting for what seemed for ever...and in just a short few weeks we would be parents, if we decided to move forward. We weren't aloud to tell anyone, as we didn't want to get anyone's hopes up. We still had to learn about the brothers and any health issues they maybe diagnosed with. We would also not be able to see a picture of the boys until we said yes, that we would like to go ahead with the adoption.
"Waah, waah," your eyes fill with tears as you hear your baby cry for the first time. The moment you have been waiting for has finally arrived. Your bundle of joy so small and fragile as they place him in your arms. For just a second, time stands still as your child looks at you and your heart fills with such love and an overwhelming feeling to provide and protect that child for as long as you shall live. You are tired, but at that time, in that place none of that matters to you. Time passes, your child is hungry, "Waah" he shouts again and again, you, eager to provide food for your child quickly try to latch him onto your breast. "Waah, waah, waah" he cries in frustration refusing to latch. "I must just be doing it wrong," you think to yourself, you try again, "WAAAH, WAAAH." You feel defeated, emotional, frustrated, and begin to prepare a bottle. You're thinking that the only important thing is to have your child fed.
I've always been afraid of dying. In fact, absolutely petrified. It's one thing in life we are all sure of but never prepared for, even when it's expected. It never seems a fair part of life at whatever age we go.
Okay, let me state first that the following story was quite true so I changed some names around. Though I have to admit I'm better remembering details than names, so I should be covered. This was Thanksgiving 2001. It ended up being the last one I'd spend at my grandmother's house, as she would pass on that next April. As usual, there was a lot of family present.