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Nanaw's New Blessing

Nanaw's New Blessing

Epilepsy had come between me and my grandchildren.

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Fourth of July, and my sister-in-law was having a cookout. Once I would have looked forward to a gathering like this. Today my husband, David, had to convince me to go.

Since the spring I’d withdrawn little by little from the world. I’d become a prisoner of my epileptic seizures. I never knew when one would sneak up on me and knock me clear off my feet.

I tried different medications, but they only made me zoned out, less in control than ever. Doctors didn’t know what to do for me. How could I keep from injuring myself?

David came up with the idea of my wearing protective gear. “When you get up in the morning, slip these foam pads onto your elbows and knees, and wear this helmet,” he had said as he pulled the equipment out of a sports bag. I was desperate, ready to try anything. David helped me strap on the helmet and stepped back to take a look. “You’re suited up for the game now,” he said.

I had to laugh, catching sight of myself in the mirror. But it was hard to laugh when people stared at me in public, and the pads didn’t stop the convulsions. Seeing other people, especially strangers, became something to fear. At least today I’m with family, I thought. They understand. I’m still the same to them.

“Come say hello to Nanaw,” my daughter said, leading my young grandchildren up to my chair. I reached out my arms for a hug, but the children shrank back, not sure what to make of my strange getup. Who was I kidding? This is no kind of life, I thought as we drove home that day.

Epileptic seizures were nothing new to me. Despite my condition, I got married, raised children, held down a job at the supermarket for 14 years.

One simple blessing made all that possible. A few minutes before every seizure I experienced an “aura,” an unmistakable feeling that told me a seizure was coming on. My mind raced. Sounds, emotions and movements were magnified. I’d let my supervisor know and slip into the ladies room to sit down—safely—until the seizure passed.

Having epilepsy wasn’t easy, but God had given me a means to deal with it. He wanted me to have a full life, and my aura was what allowed it.

Then in May 1999 I had a seizure. No aura had warned me it was coming. I was caught completely off guard and fell where I stood. In the next few falls, I suffered a mild concussion and terrible bruising. Doctors couldn’t tell me why.

It was as if God had taken his gift away and left nothing in its place. Has he forgotten me? I wondered one evening a few weeks after the cookout. I had barely left the house since then. David grew more and more concerned about my isolation.

David turned to me from the desk where he was working at the computer. “I’m going to do some research on the internet,” he said. “We’ve got to find a way to help you.”

What could the internet possibly tell me that my doctors couldn’t? “I know all this,” I said as David pulled up yet another page of information on my condition. Then I noticed an icon over in the corner of the screen. “What’s that?” I asked.

“A chat room,” said David. “For people with epilepsy.”

I clicked on the icon. Right away I was in the middle of a conversation between people who were going through things similar to me. David moved aside and I sat at the keyboard. I typed away, sharing my story and listening to the stories of other people. When I looked up, an hour had passed without my even realizing it.

“Looks like you found some new friends,” David said.

It was like finding friends. For the first time since I’d lost my aura, I was talking to people without fear. Everyone in the chat room under-stood my condition, and safe in my chair at the computer I didn’t have to worry about falling down.

Maybe God has given me something in place of my aura, I thought. Chatting on the internet wasn’t the same as being able to go out in the world like I used to, but it gave me a way to talk to people. A way to connect.

I went back to the chat room regularly after that first night. One afternoon in November I entered it to find a woman telling some other people about her seizure-alert dog.

I couldn’t believe what I was reading. “You mean a dog can help someone with epilepsy?” I typed.

“Dogs can be trained to roll you on your side when you have a seizure, or bring medicine, or even dial a phone to get help,” she said. “Some dogs can even predict when you’re going to have a seizure before it happens.”

Predict it? She was telling me a dog could replace my aura! “How can I get a dog like that?”

She gave me the name of a trainer. “What you need is a puppy no more than six weeks old,” he said. “Smart, well-socialized, with a gentle disposition. Those are the basics.”

“And the dog will be able to tell me when I’m going to have a seizure?”

“I’m afraid nobody can train a dog to do that,” the trainer said. “In fact, nobody knows how some dogs can tell and some can’t. Some dogs may be able to tell but don’t know how to communicate it. But even if the dog can’t predict a seizure, he can be a lot of help when one occurs.”

I filled in my husband. “Do you want to try it?” he asked. 

What I really wanted was a dog that could predict my seizures, but I wasn’t about to turn down a dog that could help me in other ways. I’d lost so much. Any independence I could get back would be an improvement.

I sent a letter out to breeders in Oklahoma explaining what I was looking for and why. Leslie Toney gave me a call. “I have the perfect dog for you,” she said. “A purebred German shepherd, wonderful disposition. When I read your letter I had the strangest feeling you were the person I’ve been waiting for.”

“Waiting for how long? How old is this dog?”

“He’s already six months old,” she said. My heart fell. The trainer had said no older than six weeks. But something told me I had to check this dog out. The trainer agreed to visit Leslie’s kennel. “The dog is very smart and sociable,” he reported. “We can work with him.”

The Saturday after Thanksgiving, David and I drove out to meet my new dog. Just being in the car made me feel more like my old self than I had since I’d lost my aura. I was out in the world, taking charge of my life. Not passively waiting in my safety gear for the next seizure to hit.

At the kennel we were greeted by a strong bundle of black, brown and beige fur with soft, pointy ears and big brown eyes. “Meet Yahoo,” Leslie said as the German shepherd rolled over on his back so I could scratch his belly, as if he’d known me all his life.

“Yahoo, like on the internet,” I laughed.

“That’s what I call him,” she said. “The name on his pedigree is Von Rachell Yahv. It looks like ‘Yahoo,’ but Yahv is Hebrew for ‘God is able.’”

God is able, I repeated to myself. That’s a good sign.

Leslie certainly believed God was at work in Yahoo’s life. She felt so strongly that he was meant to help me she gave the purebred German shepherd to me as a gift! “You don’t know how many other people wanted to buy him, but I never felt the situation was quite right. Not until I found you.”

On the drive home Yahoo sat on the floorboard in the backseat. We had only gotten about 20 miles away when he suddenly sat up, sniffing the air and whining.

“What is it, boy?” I asked.

Yahoo crawled into the front seat, squashing himself into the space at my feet, whining loudly and nibbling at my fingers. “What’s the matter, Yahoo?” I said, stroking his head. “Don’t you like the car?”

Yahoo jumped into my lap.

“Hey!” said David as Yahoo put his big paws on my shoulders. “You’re a little big for that, buddy.”

He isn’t hurting me,” I said. “I just can’t figure out what’s wrong.”

Not two minutes later I had a seizure. Yahoo sat in my lap, pressing me into the seat. Without any training at all, Yahoo had warned me before I had a seizure. He was a natural.

“And to think I might not have even considered taking Yahoo because of his age,” I said when we got home.

David looked at Yahoo thoughtfully. “Six months old,” he said. “That means he was born in the spring.”

It took me a second to realize what that meant. “He was born just when I lost my aura.” I had felt abandoned when my aura went away. But God had gotten to work that very moment on his new plan.

These days, if there’s a party, you’ll find me at it. I won’t be wearing protective gear. But I will be close by a big, loving German shepherd, the angel God sent into the world just for me.

Alison and Adonis

When newlywed Alison Brennan decided to get a Golden Labrador pup from a

litter down the road from her Townsville home, she hoped she'd be able to

train him to be an epilepsy alert dog.

Diagnosed with epilepsy at 15, Alison and her husband Keith saw a TV

documentary on epilepsy-alert dogs and hoped that with the right training,

Adonis, their handsome eight-week-old pup, could be trained to look after

Alison in the event of a seizure.

With the help of ASDOGS (NQ) Inc, the couple began training the young dog

and in no time he's learned to roll Alison on to her side in a seizure and

to press a panic button in the house to summon help. He also learned to nose

her on to a sofa at the beginning of an attack to make sure she didn't fall

and hurt herself.

The pup quickly picked up all that was expected of him, but what was

unexpected was that Adonis also showed an ability to not only deal with a

seizure, but to predict one in advance.

"No one is sure how dogs are able to do this," Alison says. "It could be

that dogs pick up on changes in the brain's electro-magnetic field prior to

a seizure, or it could be that they detect subtle changes in body odour. Or

it might be simply that they notice small change in the epileptic's


How dogs predict seizures remain a mystery but there is no mystery about the

fact that in September 2003 six-month-old Adonis saved Alison's life.

With Keith, then a corporal with the Australian Defence Forces deployed to

Iraq, Alison and Adonis were home alone and about to duck out for some

takeaway. "But when I picked up my keys, Adonis instantly tried to get them

off me," Alison remembers. "I thought he was just being playful and saw the

keys as a sign we were off to the park. But when I opened the front door, he

tried to block me and then he raced down to the gate and refused to let me


That's when Alison realised that Adonis was alerting her to a seizure. Back

inside the house, she called an ambulance then lay down. A second later she

lost consciousness and when she woke she found herself in hospital having

been operated on to remove a blood clot on the brain.

"The clot triggered the seizures and doctors thought the clot had formed as

a result of a fall I had during a seizure a year before," says Alison who

didn't realised that 24 hours had passed by the time she came to.

"If Adonis hadn't alerted me and given me time to call an ambulance, I

wouldn't have made it," she says and proudly relates how Adonis took charge.

"He gave them the house keys so they could lock up and then trotted off and

returned with a backpack."

Assuming it was an emergency overnight bag for Alison, the paramedics didn't

open the backpack until they got Alison to hospital. But instead of finding

a toothbrush and nightie as expected, they found a selection of Adonis' toys

and dog treats.

"The backpack was his own idea," Alison says laughing. "I take it on our

walks or on visits to friends and he obviously thought this was a good


Now five years old, Adonis remains Alison's constant companion, guardian and

best friend. And although he is constantly on the lookout, he is a typical

Lab who loves to play. Each night as he settles down on his spot on the

floor of the couple's bedroom, he waits for Keith to nod off before sneaking

up on the bed to sleep alongside Alison.

"I should say no but I can't," she confesses laughing. "He's not only saved

my life but given me my independence along with love, joy and laughter."

Animal instincts   22-Feb-2006

From seizure-alert dogs to goldfish that lower your blood pressure, it seems pets come with a host of health benefits — they can even be life-savers. By Bianca Nogrady


MOST dog owners will swear their pet is the most intelligent creature on Earth. But Alison Brennan’s dog, Adonis, is in a class of his own.

Not only can he sense when Alison is about to have an epileptic seizure, he alerts her 15 minutes ahead of time and has even helped ambulance officers rescue Alison when she collapsed at home alone (see ‘Adonis to the rescue’, below).

While the benefits aren’t always so dramatic, researchers are becoming more aware of the many ways pets can be good for their owners’ health.

A tongue-in-cheek study of hypoglycaemia detection using a “novel, fully biocompatible and patient-friendly” alarm system —otherwise known as a dog — first sparked Dr Alan Stocks’ interest in the health benefits pets could offer. The paper described three cases of dogs who regularly alerted their diabetic owners to an impending hypoglycaemic event by behaving strangely until the owners took steps to raise their blood sugar.1

An intrigued Dr Stocks, an endocrinologist at Brisbane’s Princess Alexandra Hospital, surveyed his pet-owning patients and discovered more than half their dogs showed a change in behaviour during an owner’s hypoglycaemic event. Behaviours included becoming agitated, growling or suddenly being extremely attentive to their owner. Some hypoglycaemia-unaware patients such as Victor Lopatich (see ‘Sammie the sugar dog’, below) actually relied on their dogs to alert them to an impending event.

With the aid of sniffer dogs and a trainer, Dr Stocks is now working to isolate the substance that triggers the dogs’ reactions, with the ultimate aim of developing a training program for “sugar dogs”. But so far the key ingredient remains elusive. “I’ve not been able to identify accurately what it is, but I still think the likely trigger is adrenaline or something close to it,” he says. “There’s no question at all that dogs can react to these chemicals in extraordinarily dilute concentrations and they can be trained to indicate when they detect them.”

US researchers have taken a similar approach with cancer patients, after reports of two dogs who persistently sniffed a lesion on their owner’s leg and, in one case, tried to bite it off.2 When the dogs’ owners sought medical attention, one lesion turned out to be a melanoma and the other a basal cell carcinoma.

In a more recent double-blind experiment, researchers trained five dogs to detect lung or breast cancer by sniffing patients’ breath samples.3 The dogs’ ability to ‘diagnose’ lung cancer was extraordinary, achieving 99% sensitivity and specificity when measured against conventional diagnosis confirmed by biopsy. The accuracy was slightly lower with breast cancer patients but still on a par with mammography.

Other health benefits pets may offer are proving more difficult to pin down. Studies of cardiovascular effects have produced conflicting results, although many experts remain convinced some form of benefit is there.

Almost 20 years ago a large Melbourne survey of cardiovascular risk factors revealed a surprising trend. Among the usual questions about smoking and family history, subjects were asked about pet ownership. Those who had pets were found to have a slightly more favourable cardiovascular risk profile than those who did not. Pet owners had lower systolic blood pressure, plasma triglycerides and, in men, lower total cholesterol.4 The effect was modest but, according to cardiologist Professor Garry Jennings, who conducted the research with colleagues at the Baker Heart Research Institute in Melbourne, it could not be explained by factors such as weight or exercise habits.

“The obvious theory would be that it’s people that own dogs, walk their dogs and get more exercise … but we found the effect was still present in animals you wouldn’t walk, like goldfish,” says Professor Jennings, now director of the Baker Institute. He speculates that the presence of a pet may partly counter the known adverse cardiovascular effects of social isolation and depression, although another study showing dog owners had better survival rates after acute MI found the effect was independent of patients’ level of social support.5

And, despite a more recent Australian study that found pet owners actually had higher diastolic BP than non-owners, the scientific community seems unwilling to turn its back on the idea that pets bring health benefits.6“We can be fairly confident that pets do confer health benefits, but we do not know exactly how,” wrote the author of an editorial accompanying the more recent study. “Continuing medical research is needed to move things forward.”7

Beyond the esoteric world of research, many health care workers believe their patients are already gaining enormous benefits from contact with companion animals.

Melbourne occupational therapist Gillian Jarvis has no doubt about the comfort pets can bring to a frail and confused mind. Working in conjunction with the Delta Society — a global organisation set up to facilitate “positive interaction between people and animals”— Ms Jarvis brings a dog to her reminiscence therapy classes for elderly patients with dementia. The classes aim to take patients back to a time when their minds were sharper and life was (generally) better. The presence of a pet brings a nostalgic focus to launch the stroll down memory lane, because almost everyone has fond memories of a companion animal.

“Even people with severe dementia weren’t excluded from the interaction [because] if you have really severe memory problems, you can still look at a dog and get joy from it,” Ms Jarvis says. “I’ve had people who don’t remember their own children chase me down the corridor and ask when the dog’s coming back.”

Pets are becoming a familiar presence in many nursing homes and hospitals around Australia, not only as visitors but also as residents. Cats are more suited as live-in pets in nursing homes because they cope better than dogs with the sometimes chaotic or stressful atmosphere, Ms Jarvis says. One aged care facility she visited had a resident budgerigar. “Every single person would walk past and talk to it and sing to it or sit near it — and the budgie would respond as well.”

Nonetheless, when it comes to “getting into people’s souls and waking them up”, she believes dogs are the “cream of the crop”.

Clinical neuropsychologist Dr Pauleen Bennett (PhD), from Melbourne’s Monash University, is hoping to find a way to measure the undoubted effect pets have on patients with dementia. “Everybody that works in the area knows that it works,” Dr Bennett says. “Everybody that takes their dog visiting knows that it works. But actually measuring it in a scientifically rigorous way has been a challenge.”

Pet therapy brings various benefits to elderly patients, Dr Bennett says. The first is the simple fact that it brings in visitors, whether two- or four-legged. Contact with a pet also gives patients tactile stimulation in an environment where hugging and contact between staff and patients is discouraged. And the presence of a pet acts as a form of “social lubrication”, she says. “It’s a horrible term, but what it means is somebody who’s sitting with a dog, they’re perceived as being much more approachable and more friendly.”

The idea of bringing animals into an environment where people may not be at their healthiest could raise eyebrows but it seems the reputation of pets may have been unfairly tarnished when it comes to allergic disease. Studies now suggest the presence of a pet in early childhood may protect against atopy, even in at-risk children.8

And, while similar benefits for adults with existing atopy have not been found, pet owners are voting with their feet. One study found 70% would disregard advice to get rid of a pet because of their allergic conditions.

Like those patients who would rather put up with chronic atopy than live without their beloved animals, Dr Bennett doesn’t need persuading that the benefits of her pets outweigh any possible disadvantages.

“My quality of life is completely dependent on the relationship I have with my pets [seven dogs, a cat, alpacas and goats],”she says. “They keep me sane and I think that’s true of everybody that owns them.


1. BMJ 2000; 321:1565-66.

2. Lancet 2001; 358:930.

3. Integrative Cancer Therapies 2006; in press.

4. Medical Journal of Australia 1992; 157:298-301.

5. American Journal of Cardiology 1995; 76:1213-17.

6. MJA 2003; 179:466-68.

7. MJA 2003; 179:460-61.

8. Journal of Allergy and Clinical Immunology 2004; 113:307-14.


ALISON Brennan was heading out her front gate to get dinner when her labrador Adonis barred the way, stealing the keys from her hand and running back into the house and up the stairs.

Thinking the dog was playing, Ms Brennan started to chase him, but then realised he was giving her the first warning of an impending epilieptic seizure.

After seeing a television program about alert dogs, the 26-year-old owner of a Townsville book exchange had trained Adonis to paw at her legs 15 minutes before a seizure and then bark one minute before.

With her husband away, she took Adonis' warning seriously, calling an ambulance and lying down on the floor to wait. "By the time they got there, I was already unconscious."

Adonis opened the front door to let the ambulance officers in, dragged out his orange jacket identifying him as an 'assistance dog', brought over the house keys and picked up a backpack the officers assumed was his owner's overnight bag.

The ambulance raced Ms Brennan -- Adonis still by her side -- to a nearby hospital where it was discovered the assistance dog really had thought of everything. When the backpack was opened, it revealed, not a night-gown and toothbrush, but Adonis' favourite dog toys.

Elizabeth's Daughter Karon 

Pooch warns of seizures

Dog helps child with epilepsy get to safe place.

 Boston knows when Karon Silva is in trouble. Unlike others in the Silva family, he alone senses when the 6-year-old is about to go into an epileptic seizure.

"We know now with him at least 24 hours before Karon has a seizure," said Elizabeth Silva, Karon's mother. "The only time it's not 24 hours is when she was sick and changed medication, and he knew maybe an hour or two before she had one.

"But Boston has been 100 percent accurate. He has not missed any since we got him. I lost count back in August. He can detect every one."

Boston is a dog. Not a doctor, but a 2½-year-old golden retriever. Initially just an innocent birthday present two years ago, Boston has become Karon's canine warning system, able to sense and warn her mother or grandfather she will soon have an epileptic seizure.

Certification fund

A fund has been set up in the name of Karon Silva at Amarillo National Bank to help defray the $2,000 in costs for a trainer to certify Boston , a golden retriever, a seizure-alert dog. About half of the amount has been raised.

If this sounds like some hokey 1950s episode of "Lassie," it goes beyond a TV script. There are dogs, known as "seizure-alert" dogs, that sense when a human is about to experience a seizure either through scent or just an innate sense.

"There's no question there are dogs that pick that up," said Eric Saunders, a Nevada dog trainer with 35 years experience. "It's been well-documented. Some pick it up without training, but training can certainly enhance that skill."

Saunders, a specialist in this field, hopes to be in Amarillo this month to work with Boston for several days. That would certify the dog to accompany Karon to Wolflin Elementary School , to enter public facilities and be a constant health companion like a guide dog aids the blind.

Money is an issue for Silva, a single mother with two children who lives with her father, Rick Barclay. They have half the money raised for Baron's certification. It would be a 24-hour lifeline and a peace of mind.

"If we can have as much warning as Boston gives us to get Karon somewhere safe and watch her and know something's not right, she can actually live as a child," Silva said. "Instead, it's me always on top of her and her not being able to do things other girls can. Boston gives her a little bit of freedom and she gives me the security that she's OK if I'm not always around, that he's going to let us know."

Karon had her first seizures at 2 weeks old. She was diagnosed with epilepsy because of her metabolism at age 3 at Texas Children's Hospital in Houston . She can average a seizure every two days, or can go as long as 13 weeks without them.

"But when they come back, they come back with a vengeance," said Silva of the seizures that affect her daughter's memory and recall.

Last Monday, Boston was able to warn the family in the hours before Karon had two grand mal seizures that required stays at Northwest Texas Hospital .

The family had Boston for all of four days in December 2007 when he saw Karon's first major seizure.

"He lost it," Silva said. "He was barking, growling, running back and forth. When it was over, we went into her room and Boston was lying down beside her."

That was after the seizure. Since then, Boston 's behavior changes around Karon have been uncanny in predicting a seizure. He will become clingy to her and will not leave her side. That's the first tip that a seizure could occur within hours.

"If it's night and Karon wakes up and is about to have a seizure, he will pace back and forth between her room and to me and my dad," she said. "I mean it's obvious."

And the closer that Karon seems to be to a seizure, the more animated Boston can get.

"He'll turn and stare at you, and paw her like something is not right," Silva said. "If the seizure is closer, he'll pace around faster and faster. He literally will not eat or drink until after she's had one. After that, he will eat and go to the bathroom, and everything is all right." 

Silva is hopeful she can reach a financial arrangement with Saunders, who operates Goldstar Dog Training in Pahrump , Nev. His additional training in sensory technique as well as obedience would allow Boston to be with Karon not only at home, but throughout the day.

"He could warn anyone when something is not right, not just us," Silva said. " Boston is an amazing dog."


Jewl's Story 

In Memory Of Chief "Tagert" Hammond 

May-30-1998 - 10-22-2005

Faithful Service dog and Companion For 7 Years September 14th 1996 started out as any normal day did, except that I woke up with what I thought was a cold. 

Little did I know that cold would change my life forever and give me a new friend and a different purpose in life. This is what happened to me. How I met Tagert and what he does.This is how it all began and my life changed for the better.

Well as I said I woke up one morning with a cold. Nothing out of the ordinary. I took some over the counter medicine and went to work.

 I kept telling myself that it will get better in a few days, eat right get some sleep. I will be better in a week. The week came and went and I was no better so I went to the doctor.

My temperature was 103.7. So I was admitted to the hospital with a unknown diagnosis. I was hospitalized for eight days. They were unable to pin point a cause. While in there I had an allergic reaction to most of the medications and this caused further delays. The antibiotics they gave me helped so they thought and I was released from the hospital still not sure what was wrong. 

I came home and I started acting funny a couple weeks later. I could not remember names of things I knew. I would pick up the phone only to forget who I was calling or the number. I could not remember words as I was having a conversation and I would get lost easily. I had an incident one-day. I walked around mumbling and picking at my clothes in a daze. My roommate told me to go and sit and I would for a second and than get back up. I did not remember any of this. Obviously there was something wrong. 

Well the next day we called my family doctor and asked what this could be. My doctor referred me to a neurologist at the University of Chicago who performed a sleep deprived EEG and a spinal tap. Eureka we had a Diagnosis: Viral Encephalitis caused by the Epstien Barr Virus which started this all. And now that has turned into epilepsy due to infection and high fever. 

Now that the doctors knew what it was, all they had to do was give me a pill and I would be fine. Not so easy. The road to recovery took about three years and I am still fighting it.

 I was diagnosed with Complex Partial and Absence seizures. Unable to do common everyday tasks associated with leading a normal life, I started to become a recluse. Getting lost in a strange town is OK. Getting lost in your own apartment complex is a different matter. Frightened and disoriented worrying if I would have a seizure every time I left the house, it was easier to just stay home.

Divine intervention in the form of an angel with paws instead of wings, came into my life.

 His name was Tagert a black lab with a special gift. He could sense an epileptic seizure before it happens. He is a seizure alert service dog. He has a 10-20 minutes lead time.

On February 20 1998 I met Tagert for the first time. Love at first sight mixed with apprehension. Was this what I really needed? Having a large dog with A neon sign that says ATTENTION; WE ARE DIFFERENT and I'm DISABLED LOOK AT US! 

One look into those eyes told the story. As we went through  our paces I had to struggle to keep up. This large black ball of energy was forcing me to do something that I was not sure I was ready to do. Rejoin the human race. The past few months has been a learning experience for both of us. All I have to do is look into those large brown eyes and the encouragement in them tells me I can do anything. Anything I ever dreamed of. 

Tagert gave me back my mobility, Dignity, independence made a real appreciation for the things in life that I used to take for granted. He is everything that I ever dreamed of and more. So very much more that I have made room for three. I have since all of this met a wonderful man that does not mind that I have disabilities and a dog who follows me every where I go. I am a Public speaker  on Service Dogs and Epilepsy. I took a negative and turned it into a positive. Thanks to Tagert I have my life back and I am soon to be starting a new life.

Tagert has since passed away and in November 2008 I received Rocky a German Shepherd my new service dog. I know that Tagert is pleased and happy for me, now that I have someone new to look after me. 

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