I once had a small service dog, an 8-pound black toy poodle named Ollie. He was a firecracker, so smart he learned commands in five minutes, so empathetic he knew when I was paralyzed by a panic attack.
He had the uncanny ability to predict when my fibromyalgia was going to flare, and his alerts helped me make adjustments to my plans so I could be prepared when the debilitating pain and fatigue hit.
Ollie calmed me and made it easier for me to navigate the world, and he did it from the comfort of my lap. With my physical limitations and tiny college apartment, a larger dog wasn’t at an option.
Read more on themighty.com