“Do you think emotional support animals get enough from us?” Lee’s arm is linked in mine and she squeezes it. “Please elaborate.” “Just that . . .” I think about it. “I get the mutual benefit. If I’m a dog, I try to be cool so that my owner will feed me. But emotional support? That’s above and beyond. That yawning vacuum of human need with an anxiety whirlpool in the center of it. I wonder if they get stressed out.”
