"Why can't you accept me for who I am?" I ask my boyfriend, as I wait for an answer on the other end of the phone. He says, "Its too much. All of this!" I'm about to lose my cool, so I find my way to a chair before I even attempt to continue talking. "Is it because I have a dog?" He answers with, "No, I'm fine with the dog." I look down at my service dog Buster, who's paw is firmly on my leg. I sigh, "Okay, then. Is it because I'm a hunter?" To that he says, "Part of it, yeah." I hold back the tears as he says, "I'm sorry. We're done." And hangs up the phone. I cover my head with my hands, and Buster alerts to this by licking them. Sam walks in, and sees me crying. He rushes over to me and asks, "Are you okay? What happened?" I start to panic from crying, and Sam and buster both start touching me. "It's okay, Kaitlyn. It's okay." Sam says, trying in vain to soothe me. I look at him, and shake my head. Sam hugs me, and I cry into him. When I'm able to talk again, I tell him my boyfriend broke up with me. He sucks in a breath, "Oh, I'm sorry. You two were a good couple." I shake my head, "I thought so too. But...he couldn't accept it." Sam looks at me, "Couldn't accept what? Buster?" I laugh, "No. Not him. He's cool with the whole service dog thing." Sam looks at Buster for a brief second, who's now in my lap, doing light pressure therapy. "Okay, then what?" I sigh shakily, taking in a breath, "He says...it's because I'm a hunter." Sam looks pained by that and he says, "Sorry, Kait. The right guy will come along." I sniffle, "I hope you're right."
