You Stole My Joy

I can't believe I am sitting here at 2:30 in the morning writing yet another blurb. May 27th seems to be a particular hard day for me, especially this year.  Yah, Yah. I know I was not going to get too deep with what is happening in my life but today I am soooooo emotional and the day is only 2 and a half hours in.

Today is my support dog's first birthday and guess what? I am not with her, want to know why? Without divulging too much, she was taken from me a few weeks back under false pretenses and now that person is refusing to bring her back to me; citing that my physical disabilities make it impossible for me to take care of her properly. Talk about discrimination, right?

The pup was specifically bought to be my support and service dog and now those very reason are why she is being kept from me??? Nah dude, none of that works for me. Take everything I own, material things are simply that, but her? She is my everything. She sensed when my seizures were coming on. She would come and paw at me when my diabetes was acting funky and most of all, she was such a calming spirit when my PTSD or anxiety or panic attacks were coming on.  

I openly admit that I was at the forks in the road when all of this happened. She was taken from me when I was in the deepest depression I have ever been in; to me, that is beyond cruel and by far one of the worst cases of emotional abuse I have ever seen, or endured (And I have been through A LOT!!!)

Taking my furbaby from me, is something that is absolutely unforgiveable and I pray one day that all those involved will suffer the consequences for their disgusting actions. How low and ignorant do you have to be to do that to someone? No matter the circumstances, you don't leave someone with nothing, especially when they are super depressed and openly suicidal. For all these people knew, I was dead in my home for weeks before there was any sort of contact... that's how caring they were...

Let's just say, I am done with the bullshit. Lines were crossed that cannot be retracted, nor erased. You left at my weakest moment (yes, I take blame for my part) proving (finally) to me that I wasted too much time on the wrong people. I am just hoping it is not too late to start anew and have true hope for the future. I am not 100% there yet, but the faith is returning and with every nasty barb thrown at me... well, I've been getting pretty good at throwing those daggers right back. I am sooooo over people hurting me and thinking I will always be there to help pick up the pieces... pieces of something YOU shattered. Nah dude, I am nobody's maid nor bitch. I am not a dog and I will never chase.

Have a nice life and may you get what you deserve!!! Peace out lovies ;)