So after a hard fight with the council, my precious baby Turk may have to be rehoused. I am completely and utterly heartbroken. These past few months have been horrifically hard due to my mental health and stress related seizures but this little baby has gave me the hope to carry on.

I got my little boy when I was living with my sister, everything was going great but one day she needed me to move out. I went to the council and they put me into a hostel which I am forever grateful for. I tried to find a foster home for him but nothing came of it. As he was very very quiet I snuck him in, he doesn't really bark and is so very well behaved. 1 and a half months on, no one knew he was there. They moved my hostel two weeks ago. I moved in, the place was a mess, (disgusting in fact), everyone smoking weed, loud music and screaming all hours of the day. No complaint out of me. As I said I am very great full for not being on the street. I get on with things.

I had a knock at my door at half 7 in the morning on Friday demanding a room check. They saw Turk was there, gave me a warning and said if I get a letter from my social worker they would move me to somewhere that accepted dogs. Woohoooo. Great. I was happy. Today the council called me and said if he's not out today I will get evicted. How is this fair? Why give me false hope. Why lie to me?!!!

The root I am going down to to be able to train him into a Service dog(seizure dog). It's a long intensive training process but it will be worth it. He already knows to wake me up when I have a seizure and he never leaves me. He is my best friend and I can't afford to loose him!!!!!!