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Your donation will help many children receive service dogs. The
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Meet Georgia.  Georgia is 14 years old and lives on the East Coast of the United States of
America.  Since birth Georgia seemed to stand out.  After six years of trying to conceive,
Georgia’s parents considered her to be an amazing and special miracle, and from the day
she arrived, she has kept them on their toes!  She seemed to be born with an insatiable
curiosity and determination to experience all that life brought her way.  She showed an early
love for music, she plays the flute, has self-taught herself piano, guitar, ukulele, and has
recently shown a desire to learn to play the violin.  Georgia is also blessed with an amazing
singing voice and, coupled with her innate drive and talent, has already performed and won
awards for her singing.  She is also a hard working student and has achieved straight “A”s
in Honor Roll classes during her school attendance periods.  Sadly, Georgia also has
severe depression and anxiety.  It began for her just after she turned twelve, and it has
transformed her life.  When asked to show an example of how drastically this has affected
her life, Georgia’s mom shared the following story:

“Georgia seemed to be a born go-getter, who has amazing talent and a drive to succeed
that was impressive from a young age.  At age 11, Georgia came to me and offhandedly
remarked that she needed a ride to the library that night so she could compete in a local
singing competition.  Astonished that I was only now hearing about this, I asked for details
and she explained that she had signed herself up online and wanted to compete.  I was
concerned because she had never done anything similar, and I feared that she would be
disappointed if she did not win, so I shared that concern with her.  Her response?  Mom, if I
don’t try, I’ll never know!  Facing such irrefutable logic, I took her to the competition and to
my delight, she came in first place!  Watching her stand before that crowd and sing with
such amazing poise, talent, and grace, I thought my heart would burst with pride!  Today,
she is a different child.  Her anxiety is so severe she is unable to order a cup of coffee at
Starbucks, much less stand before a crowd of strangers and transfix the room with her
voice.  I know that Georgia is still in there, silenced for now by the depression and anxious
thoughts.  With time, love, and the right support, I am convinced we can bring her back out,
she will regain her voice, and she will go on to change the world in a positive way.”

Currently Georgia’s anxiety and depression are so severe she is unable to attend school or
even leave the family home for any significant period of time. She has missed two years of
school, two years of interaction with her peers, two years of attending dances, social
events, or any other extracurricular activities.  Georgia has amazing goals for herself and
wishes to someday become a psychiatrist so she can better understand her own condition,
and also help others struggling with similar problems.  Today, though, she is missing out on
the joys of her teenage years.  Please consider giving generously to provide Georgia, and
other children like her, a service dog to help her to escape the prison created by her
depression and anxiety.  Your gift will help provide Georgia will a companion that will allow
her to feel safe engaging in daily transactions that you and I take for granted.  Georgia will
be able to return to school, enjoy teenage social functions, and participate in life in a
meaningful way.  Any donation, no matter how small, helps Little Angel’s Service Dogs
provide the keys to open the prison of mental health issues, allowing Georgia and other
children the freedom to become healthy and productive adults.  Little Angel Service Dogs
and Georgia thank you from the bottom of their hearts for your contribution.






















At first sight most people think of me between the ages of 12-14, awkwardly I must inform them that I am
17. My name is Megan, but I like and prefer Meggie, Queen of the Munchkins.

I have been in counseling since I was six. I suffer from Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Dslymia, Sever
Depression, and Social Phobia/ Social Anxiety. I like to be free spirited and silly, but mostly I spend time
alone. I enjoy the isolation and feel most comfortable when not around other people, sadly that isn't a
possible factor for most of my days and time. I miss more days of class then I have ever attended from
anxiety and panic attacks.

I can't do presentations or public speaking without increased heart rate and fainting. Buses and forms of
public transportation are something that I can not comprehend nor ever use as a resource. Even such a
thing as grocery shopping is causing anxiety in my thoughts. I shake, shiver, breathe hard or not at all,
hide, cry, and run away. I have such bad anxiety at school that I have to have someone take notes for me
because if I didn't have that or a voice recorder I would probably be repeating every grade that I ever barley
passed.

After years of medication and failed counseling techniques, I have ventured into the realm of Service
Dogs.  At times when I have panic attacks in my own home I am unable to call for help; my current dogs
know how to cry loudly and get attention, but my future service dog will be able to go get direct help.

A service dog will be able to paw at my leg to interrupt my panic attacks, and perform deep pressure
therapy to help me calm down. A dog trained in specific tasks to help me get through the day would be a
life changer.

Thank you for your support!































Depression and anxiety have changed my life. Due to panic attacks and PTSD type symptoms I have not
been able to attend school for the past two years. Before that I experienced multiple panic attacks every
day in school. I experienced a major depressive event during which I lost interest in most things I had
enjoyed, stayed in bed for most of the day and lost my purpose.

Last summer I discovered that I have ADHD, and numerous learning disorders - dyslexia, dysgraphia and
dysnumerancy. Discovering this at 17 explained some things about why school was so hard for me, but
has not eased the anxiety I have surrounding school or school-like settings.

While I am being treated with medication and am engaged in counseling, I also started equine therapy in
August 2012. Animals are healing for me. Now I volunteer helping other people experience the healing
power of horses. While I do not feel comfortable going most places alone, the farm is my safe haven. I
wish I could be there every day. Horses, goats, dogs, cats, rabbits, and other furry creatures - I love them
all. Unfortunately, I can't take a horse shopping with me or to other public places.

I feel a service dog would help me be able to go more places and become more independent. It would
open up my world and help me to feel safe again. The tasks a service dog can provide - deep pressure
therapy, non-protective boundary control and interruption of panic attacks - would help me to be less
isolated and more productive.

I feel grateful to the people who have helped me and to those who will help me with this goal.































Julia was born a beautiful, healthy 7 lbs 10oz baby. She grew and hit all her milestones, crawling at 10
months and taking her first steps on her first birthday. Little did we know what the following months would
have in store for us. A little after her first birthday we were at a family party and noticed that Julia would just
walk around, not engaging with others and if anyone came up to her she would yell and scream and run
away. As her parents we thought it was her way of showing she was tired and cranky. As the days and
weeks went by we noticed that Julia was crying more and more and speaking even less. She stopped
responding to her name completely and she would watch the TV with such a fascination that you could
even turn the volume down and she wouldn’t notice. Her tantrums started getting violent and even harmful
to herself. She was irritated when we would want to sit with her. When we spoke to the doctor, she agreed
that Julia needed to be seen by a specialist.

Within months Julia started receiving ABA services.
As a parent of 2 kids under the age of 5 running errands or a trip to the store can be hard but when one of
your kids has autism then the challenge becomes almost impossible, and even a danger. Julia is a
runner and will often dart away to run through stores and in dangerous parking lots.

Julia's service dog will keep her with the family and prevent her from darting away. In times when her
meltdowns can get the best of her the dog will paw at her leg to redirect her attention, then hop up in her
lap and perform deep pressure therapy to calm her in a way that we never could.

The service dog will be her constant companion and will give her the love and support she needs when
we are not able.

Our hope is that you will join us and help us make this wonderful dream a possibility for Julia. Thank you
for taking the time to read her story.





































Hello my name is Matthew. I just turned 7 years old this January.  Before the age of 3 years old I was
diagnosed with Autism and language disorder.  Being diagnosed early and receiving services has helped
me a great deal, although to this day I cannot speak in full sentences, only a few words and it is very
difficult sometimes to express my feeling, needs and wants. Not only is it difficult for me, but also my family
because they do not know why I am frustrated, or even if I am hurt.  My sister is my only friend because it is
difficult to socialize with others and for kids to understand me.  My sister also has Autism. As I am getting
older, it is harder on my family to take me out into the community because I have severe meltdowns and at
times run aimlessly, crashing into people, objects and sometimes running away. My family will continue to
take me out to explore the world but it may become more difficult each day.

At this point, my family believes a service dog will help ease my anxiety, frustrations and keep me safe. I
may understand simple questions, but do not have the ability to answer them and it can become very
dangerous if I were lost, as I have no sense of danger or fear. At this time, I have no understanding that a
service dog will come into my life in the near future, but through my family's constant love for me and
understanding of Autism, they have my best interest at heart.  Please help in any way you can to raise
funds for my service dog.








































Our son Juan was diagnosed with autism in 2013. We have done everything possible to get him the help
he needs. He is currently receiving speech and occupational therapy, but he continues to have problems
socializing and wandering away, which is a risk to his safety.

His therapist, teacher, and doctors agree that's he will benefit from an autism assistance dog. This dog
can interrupt his anxiety by pawing at his leg, perform deep pressure therapy to help relax him, keep him
from wandering away through tether training, and even learn to search for him by scent in the horrible
event that he became lost.

Juan's service dog will bring a life-changing difference to our entire family. We need the community's
support to make this dream a reality. Thank you for all your help!



























We first noticed something was different with Josh when he was 18 months old. That is when we had our
first evaluation. They told us that Josh had many behavioral issues including speech delays, sensory
processing disorders, and a tendency toward autism. We started home therapy right away and by the age
of 2 he had an autism spectrum disorder diagnosis and was started on 20 hours of ABA services weekly,
speech therapy, occupational therapy, and physical therapy.

Over the past 7 years, Josh has worked very hard to overcome the anxiety, stimming behaviors, and
perseverations that come with autism. He is mainstreamed in a local elementary classroom with supports
in place from the district. He has overcome almost all of his speech delays and has an above average IQ.
However, social situations and sensory processing continue to be a struggle for Josh.
He has intense sensory needs. He gets a lot of sensory input by deep pressure. In the past, he has met
this sensory need by jumping from heights, like off of the stair landing. Obviously, this is not appropriate
and can cause injury. Our occupational therapist told us that he does this because it helps him feel where
his body is in space. He can also get this deep impact by having something heavy laid on his body.  When
he was little his parents would provide this deep pressure or he would curl up under a weighted blanket.
As he matures and grows more socially aware, he does not want his parents providing this support for
him.  However, he still needs this sensory input and generally has trouble remaining calm and focusing
without it. A sensory dog would be trained to be this resource for him. A sensory dog could provide all of
the input Josh needs by crawling up in his lap or lying across his body and it would be done in a way that
is socially appropriate and would not isolate him from his peers. Josh also has a lot of sensory stims that
are causing him to stick out in public like toe walking, jumping in place repetitively, flapping his hands, and
making noises when he is excited. These are alienating him from potential peers. Josh doesn’t even
realize that he is doing these behaviors and once he is aware that he is doing them, he is easily
redirected. A sensory dog can signal Josh when he starts these behaviors.

Josh desires friends so badly but due to the social awkwardness, that comes with autism, he has been
unable to connect with anyone. Because he is different than his typical peers around him, he has become
the target of bullies and has become isolated on the school campus.  A dog would give him common
ground with other kids and open doors for appropriate conversation and peer interaction with these kids.
I also think a dog would help him to calm down when he is frustrated and could help avoid meltdowns by
just being with him during these difficult times. He has tried to seek comfort from our elderly boxer but this
dog has never been good with Josh and gets up and leaves him. This again, has been hard on his self
esteem. He needs a true friend who will be with him no matter what autism throws his way. I believe a
trained dog is the answer we have been searching for.


























Hi, my name is Rhiannon and I am 16 years old.  This is not just my story, it is my life.

It is impossible to put a date on my timeline of when my symptoms started, but I know the problems have
been going on for many years. At first I was able to just deal with the symptoms, but as time passed, it has
gotten harder and harder, and the physical pains were and continue to be absolutely unbearable. My mom
first took me to a gastroenterologist and I was diagnosed with IBS. The doctor told me I needed to control
my stress and anxieties, and that in turn would help my IBS and keep it more under control. Well, that
sounds easier said than done.

I have always had a passion for music, and when I was in 5th grade, I joined a professional children's
choir. I sang with that choir for 5 years, and performed in such places as Ravinia, The Kennedy Center,
Symphony Hall with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, and many others.  I was involved in theater
classes, performing in musicals, and took many different dance classes.  I was able to do these activities
because my mom was always with me. She drove me to all rehearsals and shows, and sat waiting for me
each and every time. She was always there for me, providing comfort and security when I needed it.
However, through the years when asked by my girlfriends if I could sleep over at their houses, I always
turned them down. When they asked to go hang out at shopping malls or go out for lunch, again, I always
turned them down. I was not able to do these normal activities because my “security blanket”, my mom,
would not be with me.  I was not normal. I started losing many friends because they did not understand my
anxieties, they always thought I was just “stuck-up.”

After my Freshman year of high school, things drastically changed and my life really spiraled down. I was
taken to see a psychiatrist and was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Panic Disorder,
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Agoraphobia, PTSD, and Major Depressive Disorder.  Although finally
putting a label on my issues made sense, and helped me understand what was wrong with me, it hasn't
cured me.  The medications help some, but not enough to let me live a normal life.

Currently, my panic attacks and anxieties are so severe, I withdrew from my high school to be
homeschooled. I also stopped all dancing and theater classes. But what is depressing me the most is
that I had to quit my singing. I am just unable to cope.

For me right now, life is a vicious cycle. I want to do normal activities with friends, and return to my beloved
singing, but the panic attacks, anxieties and IBS symptoms keep me home in my bedroom, my safe place.
Each day as I sit on my bed, severe depression hits me because I am only 16 and I cannot do what I want
and love, and no doubt should be able to do.  This is a daily ritual for me. This is my life. I am breathing,
but not alive.

After researching psychiatric service dogs, and talking at length with my doctors and counselors, we
believe having a service dog would be beneficial to me. Having the dog will allow me to live the life I should
be living.  I would be able to get out of the house and do the everyday things that most people think nothing
of. I can hang out with friends with the comfort and security of my dog, go to restaurants and order food and
drinks without being so scared to talk to people. I can hopefully get my driver's license one day and have
the freedom to go places, without my mom driving me.

With my service dog, I hope to go back to high school as a Senior and graduate with my classmates,
whom I have known for all these years. I want to attend college and get a degree in Special Education, so I
can help others in need. I want to live my life! I believe I have so much in my heart to give back to others, I
just need help to accomplish that.

Though my mom has always been there for me, and continues to be, I feel it is time to have another
“security blanket.”  A Psychiatric Service Dog will be trained to provide many securities for me. My dog will
be trained for Medical Alerts, which means my dog will be able to sense changes in me when an anxiety
attack or panic attack is starting, and can provide Deep Pressure Therapy to calm me. (Like having my
mom there).  This will also alleviate much of my IBS symptoms, including the severe pains. My dog will be
trained for Boundary Control and Corners, to help me panic less in crowds and help alleviate my fears of
going around corners. My dog will be my companion, and allow me to do things on my own without my
mom. With my service dog beside me, I can return to school and return to the life I need. I want so much to
gain independence and live a more normal life. I want to feel alive again!

Any donation, no matter how small, helps Little Angel’s Service Dogs provide companions to those in
need. A Psychiatric Service Dog will be a life changing difference for me and my family.  Please help make
this possible.

Thank you for taking time to read my story, and thank you for your support.









         

















Hi, my name is Jadzia and I am 16 years old. Ever since a very young age I found comfort in animals. Not
just dogs but, llamas, lions, tigers, cows, etc.  I used to volunteer a lot with horses and at farms for
abandoned farm animals. It was at that point I was introduced to service/ therapy animals.

From a very young age my parents knew I wasn’t an average child. I didn’t like people touching me, and
just about everything set me off.  I began struggling academically, socially, and emotionally.  It was
between the ages of 5-8 that I was finally diagnosed with Anxiety, Sensory Integration Disorder, and
Dyslexia.   Being diagnosed at such an early age was truly a blessing; being able to intervene at an early
age with aggressive therapies and treatments for all three disorders had enhanced my all around life and
happiness.

By the time I was 14 I was living life like a typical teenager. Partying, hanging out with friends, participating
in sports, and all around just loving life. I will admit I had my fights with parents, being defiant, not always
listening... little did we realize my actions were caused by yet another problem, ADHD.  Being a young teen
I thought I was indestructible… that all changed around 3 years ago on January 24th.   I cannot talk or write
about my trauma due to the unbearable wave of emotions/flashbacks/ and rage it causes.  The events I
have survived are ones no child should EVER have to see, let alone live through…day...after day… after
day…

As you might have guessed I currently suffer from Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). PTSD has
ruined my life in the following ways: I no longer see many of my old friends, I no longer party, I haven’t been
able to attend school, I don’t really go out in public, I can’t sleep from nightmares, I really can’t live my life
anymore due to all my flashbacks and triggers. This has all been going on for 3 years.

I cannot even put into words how happy I am to be receiving a service dog.  A service dog would be able to
give me a barrier so people don’t come up behind me or get too close, go around corners, search my
house, wake me from nightmares, interrupt flashbacks, and basically put a barrier between reality and the
frozen-in-time world I call PTSD.























My name is Jake; I am ten years old and have autism. In the beginning it was very emotional for everyone
in my family.  My mom's eyes always had a tear hiding, my dad seemed to hold me tight and my big sister
worked so hard to be my friend.  Thank goodness they’ve never given up on me.  With patience and
understanding, I am finding my way.  

I didn’t come equipped to stand alone in a crowd, join the little league team, sit through dinner at the table
or hang out with friends.  I have autism and I have some enormous challenges that I will have to overcome
in life. Because none of us should ever be alone through any challenge, my family has decided to Partner
with Little Angels Service Dogs. Having a dog will help so that I can have someone by my side always.  

I love to be outside but I don’t have any awareness of safety.  A service dog can be trained to find me if I’m
lost or keep me from running in public.  A dog could be what saves my life.

My friend can help remind me to stop shuffling my hands when I’m anxious by placing his paws on my
hands.   I just need reminding sometimes.  

My friend will help me smile.  If someone is smiling, you think they are happy or they want to be friendly
with you. Your brain has made a connection between smiling, kindness and friendliness. When you smile
at me, my brain doesn’t understand that connection, so I just walk away sometimes, missing an
opportunity to interact.   A service dog can bring constant companionship so I am not alone; a service dog
will be my friend and help be that bridge I need to connect with you.  

I don’t know what the future looks like.  It’s not that I won’t have opportunities someday: it just means I
might not be able to do them alone.  It may mean taking more time, giving more grace or having more
patience with me.  A Little Angels Service Dog has time and patience, will love me unconditionally and will
be my friend.  A dog won’t stare or judge me and may even help you understand my actions and me a little
better.   

Little Angels Service Dogs and my family are working towards covering the costs to train a dog especially
for me.  Thank you for taking the time to read about my story.

“Sometimes we choose to champion a cause because its mission speaks to us, encouraging us to
imagine what it’s like for others to suffer enormous challenges.  Sometimes a cause simply chooses us.
”  























From the minute she was born, we knew Annika was special.  At ten pounds, with platinum peach fuzz and
bright blue eyes, she stood out from other babies, and even her own siblings.  We noticed that Annika did
not like being held and was often inconsolable for hours, but all else seemed normal.  We watched as
she learned to talk, to walk, and all the other things you'd expect kids to do, but still something nagged at
us.  It took 4 years, and lots of doctors and teachers before we got the diagnosis we had been looking for....
Autism.

While Annika has developed normally as far as intellect went, she has some severe social and sensory
issues.  The world is often overwhelming to her, from the crowds of stores, to the noises at concerts or
plays.  Routine helps her get through day to day, and is essential.  However there are serious concerns
when she is out in public.  As the middle child of 5 children, Annika often needs more attention than we
have time, or hands, for, just to keep her safe.  We discovered that we needed a little help when it came to
navigating the complex public and social situations (like airports, activities and travel) with Annika, and she
needed some  help navigating the social and sensory difficulties she would see on a daily basis.

Since Annika's first word was dog, and she has had a love for the four-legged friends since infancy, a
service dog seemed a perfect fit.  This service dog will help to provide guidance when we are out and
about.  With the ability for Annika to be tethered to the dog, situations in which she might normally wander
or bolt, will be more easily managed.  Having the dog will also help with social introductions (its a great ice
breaker), sensory overload (by providing deep pressure), and best of all, friendship....nothing beats the
unconditional love of a dog!































Not every high school student shows up slightly tardy to nearly every class because they make sure to
high-five and chat with every teacher in the hallway. Mason does, because he genuinely adores the faculty
members who have helped him learn and grow through the years.

Not every grandchild calls their grandmother on a daily basis to make sure she has exercised and eaten
healthy foods. Mason does, because he cares so much about his Grandma Twila that he created a
customized workout plan for her (motivated by his inspiration to become a personal trainer).

Not every teenager teaches themselves to play a song by ear on the cello after only hearing it a few times.
Mason does, because he connects with and loves music so much (especially Justin Timberlake’s
“Mirrors”) that he is able to use his musical talent to express his emotions.

On the outside, Mason is a normal 14-year-old boy. He doesn’t look any different than his peers, and has a
lot of the same interests. He plays on sports teams, loves music, and is attached to his iPhone. But on the
inside, Mason is different. He has endured Autism since being diagnosed at the age of 4, and Tourette’s
Syndrome since the age of 5.

Before Mason was diagnosed with these conditions, he showed abnormal and extreme behavior that his
parents knew weren’t just toddler tantrums. His mood would go from zero to outraged after the slightest
interruption in his routine, and he would only eat a limited variety of foods. Mason didn’t engage socially or
emotionally with children his age, and had incredible difficulty communicating his wants and needs
because he lacked the social and comprehension skills to do so.

Autism continues to affect Mason’s daily life as he grows older. He struggles to focus on academics and
finds it hard to interact with peers, which in turn contributes to his increasing anxiety. Tourette’s affects
Mason more now that ever before with painful tics that last in cycles of up to six months. He feels pain in is
vocal chords and muscles from the constant repetition, and is inhibited in his ability to engage in
conversation without interruption.

A service dog would benefit Mason in so many ways. The dog would help break down a social barrier to
bridge conversation with people who want to engage with him but don’t know how. This would elevate
Mason’s communication and social skills and reduce the anxiety he feels in day-to-day life. When Mason’s
Tourette’s tics become severe, a service dog would help calm him down through the application of deep
pressure or by pawing at his leg to distract him from the pain. When his best friend and neighbor Brennan
moved away several years ago, Mason lost the only person who he could comfortably connect with on a
social level. He hasn’t been able to find a true friend since Brennan moved, so a service dog would be the
constant companion Mason needs to feel like he’s not alone.

Mason is the one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet. He is loved by so many, and has touched the
lives of the people he knows beyond measure. When asked about Mason and his struggle with Autism
and Tourette’s his mother said: “I’ve learned more from Mason than I’ll ever be able to teach him. He’s the
happiest person I know, when he has every reason not to be.”

There are a lot of children and adults who would benefit from a service dog because of the life-changing
comfort and support they provide. And if there’s one thing his family and loved ones know for sure, it’s that
Mason does.































Imagine you have always been an outgoing, fearless person with big dreams and the drive and
confidence to make them happen. This is who you are. It is your identity.

And then one day you realize that over time, inexplicably, this identity is gone.
You still have the dreams, but you can barely leave the house, let alone attend school or work, socialize
with friends or travel. You can’t order your own food in restaurants anymore, and you can’t go to the mall or
grocery store alone. You’ve always been an excellent student, but now when you try to study, unpredictable
chemical storms sweep in and erode your ability to concentrate, memorize, analyze.
Being adventurous and independent has been the driving goal of your entire life, but now that you’re old
enough to realistically achieve this most fundamental of desires, you don’t know how you’re ever going to
be able to take care of yourself. Imagine this is how you lost yourself.

Now imagine it’s not hypothetical.

As she grew into a teenager, all this -- and more -- has happened to 17-year-old Kenzie. She is one of the
most strong-willed people, quietly and bravely struggling for several years with many of the everyday
activities most of us take for granted. Like any teenager on the cusp of adulthood, she'd like to meet new
people and have a rich social life, get her driver's license, volunteer and get a job, go to college and travel
around the world. In spite of her efforts to achieve even the most modest of these goals, they are currently
out of reach. She’s had a rough time, and has been cheated a significant portion of her childhood, but
she's a fighter. She’s made gradual, steady strides in her recovery since she was hospitalized in crisis a
year ago. Since then, she's found acceptance with her diagnosis -- one that is likely to impact the rest of
her life. Now she's trying to figure out how she can make a fulfilling life for herself in spite of the challenges.
This young woman is a force of nature, so we are doing all we can to help her achieve her tremendous
potential. But she needs help reaching her future.

Kenzie compares having a service dog to the medication she takes - not a cure, but another major
resource to help her confront and master her challenges. Her health care providers agree a service dog
will help set her on the path to independence that currently eludes her.

Any pet is wonderfully therapeutic, but a companion especially trained for her medical needs is ideal for
her circumstances. It gives her hope for mingling out in the world, at college and beyond. Kenzie's service
dog will be trained to assist her with deep pressure therapy for grounding and calming, boundary control
and signal alert for mingling in crowded situations, and medical alert to cue behavioral changes that may
require adjustments in her medication. There are so many frightening risks and difficult obstacles for
young adults with mental health issues. A service dog will help Kenzie manage the challenges of her
condition.

Thank you for your support!




























I’m Ben.  I am 14 years old and have Tourettes Syndrome, OCD, ADHD and something called an NVLD.  
One day, a few months ago, my OCD suddenly got a lot worse. I was at summer camp when I started
worrying that I needed to do everything perfectly.  I thought the camp leaders were mad at me because I
was a bad influence on the younger kids.  Of course, the leaders told me that I was trying hard and doing a
great job.  OCD makes you think thoughts that just don’t make sense; we call these thoughts brain tricks.  I
couldn’t stop the brain tricks from repeating over and over in my head!  That night was the first night I didn’t
sleep the entire night.  School started but I didn’t go to school for months.  In October, I didn’t sleep at all
for an entire week! The doctors kept trying different meds to help me sleep –most of the meds made me
feel even worse!  Some of them woke me up.  Others gave me a compulsion to run off without telling
anyone.  My parents were constantly chasing after me to try and keep me safe. Sometimes they couldn’t
find me and I would compulsively walk for hours before I snapped out of it. A couple of times, I ended up in
really scary neighborhoods in Oakland.  If I had a trained service dog a few months ago, he would have
been trained to find me. Life would have been so much easier for me and my family.  I am doing much
better but I worry that it could happen again.

When I was little, I was always afraid.  Even now, I worry a lot because of the OCD.  Even though I know it
doesn’t make sense, I still wake up at night and the OCD makes me worry that my mom is dead and I am
all alone.  A service dog would sleep right next to me and I would never be alone.

People, who don’t know me, get mad at me because of my tics. One time, I remember an old man
screaming at me in the grocery store because I was ruining his peaceful Sunday afternoon.  Another time,
a parent volunteer at the school got mad at me and tried to send me to the office because he thought I was
being bad. I wanted to tell them that I have Tourettes and can’t control my tics, but it is hard for me to get
the words out when people are mad at me.   When I go places, strangers are always staring at me.  I worry
a lot because of my tics which makes me avoid going places by myself.   Having a trained service dog
from LASD, would be like having a Dog Ambassador, helping me explain about Tourettes.  A service dog
would also make it easier because he would help me relax when I go places.  Some people would get it
just by seeing the service dog.  And since everyone is curious about service dogs, the dog would be a
good way to start a conversation about my disability that would help people accept tics.

Middle school has been tough.  The motor and vocal tics from the Tourettes keep me moving and making
noises all of the time.  Most of the other kids are great…but some can‘t stop making jokes about my
Tourettes.  Sometimes I don’t mind.  But I just want to be like everyone else and hang out.  A service dog
from LASD could go to school with me and help me by reminding other kids that I don’t act this way on
purpose.  

Mom says the NVLD is why I have a hard time understanding all the stuff that most people just understand
intuitively.  It’s one of the reasons why I struggle to follow conversations, especially in groups of kids.  This
means that I hang out alone a lot; a service dog would help a lot by just keeping me company.

Finally, a service dog would help me when I have an emotional “storm”.  “Storms” are what my parents call
the sudden, intense, angry blowouts that kids with Tourettes and ADHD have sometimes. Service dogs
can be trained to provide a deep pressure “hug”.  The sensory input the hug provides helps a lot in
calming down.

Thanks for reading this and thanks in advance for donating to Little Angels Service Dogs!  



























Landon is a very loving, energetic child who was diagnosed with Autism when he was just 2½ years old.  
Landon is 8-years-old now and enjoys swimming and playing outside in addition to participating in
baseball, basketball and bowling leagues offered by a local organization that assists children with
disabilities.  Landon also has two older brothers and a twin sister.  

Landon suffers from many of the common issues related to Autism, including problems with speech,
social interaction with others and engaging in repetitive behaviors such as hand flapping.  One of the most
significant issues with Landon is his tendency to dash off in public places.  His parents can never let go of
his hand for a moment for fear of him running off immediately.  In addition to this tendency to dart, Landon
has also become a fairly gifted “escape-artist” in regards to getting out of his home.  Unfortunately due to
his Autism, he has no comprehension of danger or situations that could harm him. His family had to
change every lock leading outdoors so that a key is required to open the door whether you are inside or
out, but even this has not deterred Landon from constantly trying to figure out where the keys are hidden or
how to otherwise escape from the house. As you can imagine his parents can seldom rest over the threat
of him leaving the home in the middle of the night.

A service dog would help to keep Landon safe and ensure that he is not able to put himself in these
potentially life threatening situations.  It would allow him to navigate more freely when out in public without
having his hands held. The dog will provide comfort through deep pressure therapy when he is
overstimulated, or interrupt repetitive behaviors by pawing at his leg. Most importantly though, this dog will
become Landon’s best friend – a friend that will love him and protect him.  Thank you for making this a
possibility for Landon. Any contribution you make helps tremendously!



























I consider myself to be a strong individual. My friends have told me that they admire my single-minded-
determination and focus. When I put my mind to something, I'll do it. People often tell you that something
will be difficult, that it will take a lot of willpower. I would scoff at this, that was my specialty. I am also very
perceptive; I'm able to tell what people are thinking of or how they feel before they tell me. These skills,
alongside my ability to learn things quickly, made me feel I was on the path for success. This all changed
one fateful day.

I was ten, just ten years old, when my entire life was turned upside down. I was sitting on the floor,
arranging my dresser before school, when it hit me like a freight train; my first panic attack. I didn't know
what was happening, I just knew something was wrong. I'd never felt like this, never heard of it. It became
hard to breathe, the world began to swirl around me. I tried to get up, only to fall back down. I crawled my
way to the bathroom, where my mother was getting ready. I knew I had reached it when my head found the
door with a loud thump. I screamed for help, and my mother came rushing out. My father, who works the
night shift, also bolted upright. Even my sister, who was watching TV, came to see what the commotion
was all about. The entire ordeal lasted only a few minutes, but I was on edge for the better part of half an
hour. I didn't know what had happened. I was ten, with so little life experience. My thoughts began to race,
and it took a while to get them under control.

We went to the doctor, but he had no idea what was happening, and neither did we. We would not know for
years to come. We only knew that it came around at a specific part of the year, I was down for about a
month, and then we moved on. Not knowing was the worst part, the lack of knowledge leaving your mind to
wander to ever more horrible and worried thoughts. I became cynical, I felt like I had a handicap that left a
dark shadow over me and my future. My father's side of the family consulted religious wise men in India,
and they had us do a series of actions to help with karma and the stars and other worldly deities. Things
would continue like this for many years.

Fast forward five years. I'm fifteen years old, a sophomore in high school. The new school was much
bigger than any I had attended previously. With the change in scenery, came the added pressure to look
"cool". Although I had started this year well enough, it would later become the worst year of my life. There
was more pressure; I had joined an advanced placement class, in which only a third of the class passed
each year. I would soon have to begin thinking of colleges and what would come after. A practice SAT test
was offered this year. I felt that the "real world" was all of a sudden much closer than it had ever been. It
was as if school was just an imaginary pretend world, and we would have to quickly grow up in the next
few years. We were supposed to learn how to drive in little less than a year, and we had heard that junior
year was supposed to be the most difficult. Accordingly, the extra stress made things worse for me in the
health aspect. My panic attacks lasted for months, and they were the worst I had ever had. Thankfully, my
insurance had changed, and I had a new general practitioner who was determined to get to the bottom of
things. At first I was diagnosed with severe allergies, and began a desensitization process in which  I was
given shots of my allergens in slightly increasing amounts over a term of years. Little did we know, that
anxiety makes allergies worse and more prominent than they actually are. We began to consult more
doctors, many more. If it weren't for my insurance, the costs would have been extortionate. During this
time, I had to be taken out of school, and cared for all day by my mother. I became severely depressed.
Things even got so bad that I had to be taken to a hospital. I had an entire team of neurologists working on
me. I was then diagnosed with painless migraines. I was put on a blood thinner and had to see a
neurologist weekly.

This was the first step in the right direction, not the blood thinner, but the neurologist. Meeting this man
was what led to me getting better. He was an Eastern man, which helped us bond further because my
parents are both Indian. He had also converted to the same religion as my parents, which was very rare to
come across. He would reassure me and eased my worries, even going as far as increasing the dosage
of the blood thinner I was on. I began to see improvements. Life became worth living again, even if I wasn't
completely fine. During this time, I also found religion, which helped a lot.

It was not so long after, that my neurologist told me what he had been thinking. He knew it wasn't
migraines, he said that from the day I first walked into his office, he knew it was anxiety. I was speechless,
but over the next few days I came to accept this as fact. At least there were proven treatments. He revealed
that he was formulating a new way to handle patients, and I was the first he tried it on. At least, my
predicament would make it easier for future patients.

I was taken off the blood thinner and began to see a psychiatrist and psychologist. I was put on anxiety and
depression medicine. I learned how to deal with my anxiety. I got much better at it. Eventually, I stopped
seeing the psychologist. I began to exercise to help with the anxiety. Things are so much better now. I
began independent study, so I could make up the school I had missed. Now, I'm almost caught up. I've
become stronger, both mentally and physically. I had to change the way I handled things, I now have to
take it easy and go with the flow. I've learned to become carefree and I now appreciate the little things in
life. I no longer try to rush through life. I've made incredible strides forward, and I'm very proud of myself.
But, there's still more room for improvement. I'm not independent at all, I'm always with a family member.
That's why I need your help. I need a service dog to continue to become better and better, and hopefully,
like any other person. A service dog can help me be more independent, and help ease the anxiety I feel
when alone or in new environments. He can sense things around me, so I don't have to always be so
alert. The dog can also alert me if my anxiety starts to get out of control, and help ease me back to normal.
The price it costs for an organization to train and place a service dog is extraordinary, but what can you
expect with the skills they are taught with and the abilities that they have. So this is where I need to ask you
for help. Help Little Angels with your donation, so they can turn it into veterinary care, supplies and over 600
hours of training per dog. It makes all the difference in the world.

Thanks for reading. -Kevin





























We would like you to meet Tayliana. She is 15 years old. She was born in Guatemala and came to the
United States at 9 months old after being adopted. Her mom noticed that she was not like most babies
her age.  She didn’t like human contact; she didn’t like to be held or cuddled. She has not outgrown that. In
fact, at times she does not tolerate human touch even from people she knows.

Tayliana was never a happy child. She liked being alone. She doesn’t tolerate being around other people
and it makes it difficult for her to be in public with other people. She is always angry and has a hard time
controlling her temper. She doesn’t have many friends and doesn’t spend much time with them. She now
spends most of her days watching movies and listening to music. Her school grades dropped to failing
this past year because it was too difficult for her to attend school with so many other students. She is
currently enrolled at a high school that is online so that she does not have to be involved with other
students.  

Tayliana was finally diagnosed in 4th grade with ADHD, severe depression, anxiety and panic attacks. She
is developmentally behind both physically and emotionally and has problems with her speech.  She works
with a psychiatrist and a counselor but it hasn’t given her the freedom of being a normal teenage girl.
Medication has helped take some of the edge of things but she doesn’t like how it makes her feel. She
wants to be happy and do all the things kids her age do but she can’t. Tayliana tries to create an invisible
barrier between her and other people.  Because of her panic attacks she is afraid to go anywhere because
it embarrasses her when she has them.

She loves animals and they are her truest friends. With a trained psychiatric dog from Little Angels Service
Dogs Tayliana will be able to be in public more often. The dog will draw her attention to him when the
panic attacks start. He will provide deep pressure therapy to calm her down and help to create a barrier
between Tayliana and other people. This will help her to be more comfortable out in public and more
capable of having a more normal life. A psychiatric service dog could completely change Tayliana’s life.

Please open your hearts and donate to psychiatric dogs for children from Little Angels Service Dogs for
Tayliana and all the other children who are in need of a special friend to get them through life.
Thank you.






















Cymbre enjoys anything that allows her creativity to shine including many forms of art, playing different
instruments, and enjoying nature walks with her dad. She finds herself pulled toward quiet activities where
she can keep to herself, because she suffers from severe social anxiety.

Ever since she was young, Cymbre has been aware that something was different about her and
suspected she had a disorder. She once spent a lot of time with friends, and now finds herself interacting
only with her parents. Around age 13, her anxiety started getting worse.

She bounced around between a couple therapists trying to help her cope with her feelings. Then in early
2016, she experienced a tragedy with her best friend. Not having her best friend to confide in fueled her
social anxiety even more. She met with a psychiatrist in January 2016 and was diagnosed with severe
social anxiety disorder. She was then placed on certain medications which have somewhat helped, but
have unpleasant side effects. Talk therapy has also helped, but it is incredibly difficult and painful for
Cymbre to try and open up to someone she doesn’t know well which causes anxiety attacks.

A few months ago, Cymbre found hope when she discovered psychiatric service dogs. “After doing a lot of
research, I decided for myself that one would help me a lot. I talked to my therapist, psychiatrist, family, and
a few family friends, and they all agreed,” said Cymbre.

“Once I bring my service dog home, I think my life will change hugely. I’ll be able to catch anxiety before it
starts getting really bad. I’ll be able to get away from the cause, and I’ll be able to get rid of it without taking
medication, all long before it develops into an anxiety or panic attack,” said Cymbre. “I’ll be able to survive
community college and a part-time job. I had dreams of working in TV, being able to go out alone, maybe
actually talking to my friends, contribute to society, and my disorder has made that seem so far away.
Having a service dog would let me be able to get there,” said Cymbre. Please consider a tax-deductible
donation to Little Angels Service Dogs.
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