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world to devote to training her, and because I had worked with kids previously and they are one and the same in terms of behaviorism, at least at a certain human age anyway.
The capability for me to train Kahara ended up being a big part of my recovery. When I used to have panic attacks she would lay across my chest which forced me to slow down my breathing. She would also do everything she could to distract me whenever I got stressed. She would do this until I was focused on her and calmed down. Kahara also pulls my wheelchair, picks things up for me, allows me the balance on her if I need to stabilize or when I need to get up off the ground. She is also always learning new tasks to help me.
When I began training Kahara she would learn to do things on her own and I would put commands to it. In some cases though she takes it upon herself to assume she knows what I want. Kahara has gotten into the habit of bringing me any and all disposable water and Gatorade bottles she sees. This gets very complicated when doing sports because I end up with everyone else’s bottles and cannot find my own. Without Kahara sleeping in bed next to me I cannot sleep. She also enjoys the company of other animals. We used to say that after spending the day with me she could not wait to get home to her cat. We used to joke saying she needed her Emotional Support Animal (ESA) Cat after dealing with me all day.
Without my Kahara I would be lost. Service dogs come in all shapes, sizes, and abilities. Like people they are not perfect but they have forgive and forget down pat. Maybe we should take a page out of their book.
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