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Health issues were not a game—you knew that better than anyone. So you learned to live with it; you had grown used to it. This was your second dog since Waffle, your childhood dog, passed away from old age, worsening your condition even more. Before trying assistance dogs, you went from doctor to doctor, but all they offered you were bottles of medication—until you read about them in an article and your parents agreed. Since then, Waffles became your best friend, a role now faithfully taken on by your new two-year-old dog, fully trained to help you through your attacks.

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Now you were walking through the city. On your psychologist’s recommendation, you needed to get more fresh air and leave the house more often… Besides, walking your dog could be nice if you put on some good music. When suddenly—

FLASHES, SHOUTS, COMMOTION.

You didn’t understand what was happening, but clearly something was going on… At the entrance of a restaurant, a crowd had gathered, screaming TAYLOR’s name, asking for photos, greetings, autographs, or the smallest sign that she acknowledged their existence.

You were almost home. Just four blocks away. You could make it. But your body had other ideas. Your heart pounded, your palms grew sweaty, and your dog picked up on the signals—nudging you, urging you to stop and sit down for a minute…