ok so life update:
I’ve been hella stressed out lately (Kae too probably more so) for lotsa different things but one of the major issues is having to face up to the fact we may have to leave our home and end up somewhere far worse (honestly we have it way better here for this price range than anywhere else) because I’m in need of a service dog and the landlord had already said no to a dog in general (as a pet)
so today Kae managed to muster up the courage to just… spill all the beans essentially, say exactly what our situation is with health and all that shit and give them all the details to make a decision before we essentially had to choose between a comfortable home and no service animal, or a service animal and a shitty home (along with leaving the area that has my therapy campus, the stress of moving etc etc etc)
long story short though, once it had been properly explained the landlord said they were happy for us to get a service dog, Kae is a trainer qualified already, we’d have two separate charities aiding with the specific training the dog needs blah blah etc etc omg i can breath again….
*collapses and sleeps for 2 solid weeks out of relief*