Due to circumstances involving my dogs high energy level and being stuck in the apartment because my chair is broken down, we've decided to find him a new home. He's just too hyper in our situation, and this being cooped up isn't fair to him. I love him and letting him go breaks my heart, I'm doing my best not to cry. Someday, I'll have a service dog. I so badly need the help they provide and the freedom from needing human assistance. I'm really down though, I had such high hopes, he means a lot to me. I have no idea how long I'll be without a dog, and this alone sucks since a dog helps so much with moods and PTSD stuff. I feel like I've failed Dobby and myself.