Or how I call mine, Bugsy. Bugsy is a cat, yes a cat, and in terms of assisting me through my BPD, MDD, and Anxiety there has been no one or nothing more effective and loving. Prior to Bugsy joining my life, I attempted twice, and it was always an option in the back of my mind. Since Bugsy adopted me, he has showered me with purrs and unconditional love. When I'm off, he is there for me. When he is scared, like he has been these past few days because we are moving, I'm there for him.
Ending it will always have its allure. The thought of no longer having to deal with all the garbage is hypnotic. Bugsy has changed the reality. Every time I think I would be better off elsewhere I think of Bugsy, and what that would do to him. No one would ever take care of Bugsy the way I do. Taking care of him is one of my most important priorities. Even when I'm in the pit of depression, I know I have to crawl out of bed if only to feed him and clean his litter. He helps me realize this, he'll quietly meow next to my ear, he'll gently paw on my face until I get up. It might take a few tries throughout the day/night but he always succeeds. He gets his food, I get my meds and some food, and we make it another day.
I'm glad ADA includes Psychological/Emotional Service Animals. Yes, my cat doesn't resemble the traditional idea of a service animal ie a seeing eye dog, but Bugsy is just as necessary and valuable.
When Bugsy adopted me we thought we would have the traditional human/pet relationship. How wrong we were! We have an even more special relationship.
If you struggle like I do, with a biological family that doesn't believe in mental health, with very few acquaintances and fewer friends, with a disease that is constantly trying to beat you, you may want to look into how some furry medicine may help you.