The weekend of my major breakdown, I got a new ESA. I had had pet rats for emotional support animals before, but my last one passed away around a year ago. Given my mood, when a breeder contacted me out of the blue saying she had a lone little boy, I jumped at the chance. Meet Franklin. He’s incredibly adorable and my new ESA. He’s a special friend and an added responsibility, but for me he can also bring an amount of comfort. We learned a few years ago that I am one of those that gains strength from having an ESA, and I’m particularly fond of rats.