The Calgary Journal
The Calgary Journal


As I cross the George C. King Bridge and enter St. Patrick’s Island, it isn’t long before I realise just how different this park is to the business areas of the city or even the other parks in Calgary. While Prince’s Island Park is always full of people, here there is barely anyone in sight.

I never imagined I’d one day be confined in a sterile room surrounded by glass windows, wires stuck to my scalp and body with a gritty paste, told to sleep as a panel of white lab-coats watched me.

My phone is plugged in and the almost five-hour playlist begins with Bing Crosby’s tune “Winter Wonderland.” The morning has already been spent hauling the artificial tree and the Rubbermaid bins filled with decorations upstairs from the basement cubby hole. It’s only Nov. 17, but it’s Christmas time at my house. My dad and sister think my mom and I are crazy; we love it.

When news broke of Calgary’s bylaw change to allow livestock as emotional support animals, responses ranged between outrage, support and confusion. The reason why this motion was brought up by city council can be traced back to one woman’s struggle with anxiety and the solace she found in three hens.