When we decided to adopt a pet I said that I was unable to take care of it, I am sever depressed with an anxiety problem. I love my dog to the moon and back, and that's why I'm writing this. I wanted a grown up dog, an old dog, surely not a puppy, but my parents told me to shut up, because it wasn't "my dog" so not my choice. Now we have a dog, we adopted her one year ago. In the first time it was ok, she's the reason why I go to beach in the summer instead to lay in bed, and the reason why I go out during winter. But now I'm getting worse, I barely have energy to dress myself, staying at home it's not healthy for myself, I live in another town with my best friend but now she's at home for the holidays and so am I. Nobody take really care of the dog, I mean they feed her, take her to the vet and surely love her but being a young dog means that you need to move, you need to have long walks and things like that, I can't do that now and it breaks my heart and apparently I can't ask to my sister (15 years old) to bring the dog at the park which is literally 2 minutes away from home. I feel so guilty, every little bit of energy I have I use it for the dog, I love spend my time with her, but now she's lying on my bed, after another boring day and I wish I could take her to two hours long walk like she need but my depression is too strong. I'm so mad at... everyone in my family, and sometimes I had think about to let another family to adopt her but she's so attached to our family. I just want to do more for her.