crissx09 wrote:
OK, I will rectify by taking out the "perfectly" word. Now you read a" a person that look normal".
By normal I means someone that look like most of us, in other words with nothing that will make that person to appear or act different.
crissx09, It's me again, being a pain. The use of "Therapeutic Animals" in treatment of many conditions not readily seen by the general public dates back at least to the Roman Army. There are many service animals other than dogs, too and none of them can legally be denied access to anywhere the disabled person, veteran or not, wants to go. The federal law leaves the "burden of proof" in reverse from the normal America system; a place denying entry must prove that the person doesn't NEED a service animal.
Currently, I have friends, mostly disabled vets because I am one, that have dogs, cats, miniature horses, various birds and one guy that has a "Service Fish." In his case, he hardly ever takes the fish out for a walk, so we'll drop that.
If you saw me, and for some reason I wasn't wearing my eye patch and didn't have my oxygen tank with me (no longer possible, BTW), You would probably think that I was "normal."
But, I have no left lung (since 1968), I've been wound 3 times in service to the nation, I've had two heart attacks, I've had two strokes, I've had two broken backs (one from a bad "jump" in the service) six cancers in the last 43 years (Agent Orange) and a few other minor discomforts. I am still 6'2" and 225 pounds and in reasonable shape for someone that will never see 75 again.
One look and most people would assume that my "hobby" is throwing people off of roofs of tall buildings - instead of 40 DVAMC medical appointments each year. I should and could have a service animal for my heart condition, my eye sight and a really HUGE case of (medically controlled) PTSD from, they say, my enjoying killing people for a living through the 1960's. I like to eat fish, not feed them and I'm allergic to most all animal hair, so I can't get a K-9 "buddy." I did have one, about 1975, but the state made me pass him to a larger and better (for him) home. I still miss him - he was a full-grown Alaskan male wolf.
I hope all that helps with the discussion.
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