I wish I had a dog. I also wish I had a partner in life who would either support me, or challenge my thinking.
I still mourn my sweet cat Piper's passing. The idea of another pet, is daunting. I want the companionship, but hell, I might die before the dog.
I used to pick Piper up, hug her up to my belly, with my arm under her butt, and we would do a walk around my little house. She got to see things differently, from my perspective, and she loved it.
I offered some advice to a friend of mine today, here it is:
I am so sorry you are going through a rough time. I understand, I've been there at your age, and it was crazy. And you know what? All the shit that came down the road after was equally fucked up. It's called life. My best advice to you is to step back, look around, soak up everything meaningful, and be thankful for what you have at this moment.