Just a year after “walking home” on the Appalachian Trail in 2000, Micah began having trouble with his vision and tingling in his hands and feet. Soon after he was given a diagnosis…Multiple Sclerosis. The last decade has brought on many challenges-Micah uses a wheelchair 95% of the time due to lack of strength and balance. His sudden tremors and diminished feeling in his hands cause him to drop things. His eyesight comes and goes, making him dependent on others for transportation.No bones about it, MS really does suck. But because of MS, Micah was partnered with his first service dog, a furry angel named Wiley. Wiley did so many helpful things for Micah like opening doors, picking up dropped objects, carrying the groceries, turning on lights, pulling his chair, and fetching various items. MS is a tough disease, and having Wiley around helped tremendously not only physically, but mentally as well. She had the ability to brighten anyone’s day with a nudge of her nose or a wag of her tail.
Wiley passed away suddenly almost two years ago, and while no dog could replace her, we are ready to start a new partnership. Micah has been accepted as a client with Massachusetts based training organization NEADS http://www.neads.org. While the true cost of raising a service dog is over $20,000, clients are expected to contribute $9500. That’s where you all come in! Contributions of any size will help to bring a new service dog home and provide a sense of independence and security that comes with having a furry sidekick to call your own
Thank you all for your support!
Tanya and Micah
Every day I saw Wiley at work with Micah. Her eyes and ears were always trained on him, waiting for him to need her. Even if she had fallen asleep, she was on her feet the second she heard her name. Food would drop right under her nose and she wouldn’t budge, not unless Micah told her it was alright. She was there by his side at every moment. When we would visit them at home, if she wasn’t right by his side, then she chasing after sticks or various stuffed animals that she had strewn across the house and lawn. She was so full of energy that she would end up tiring YOU out playing fetch. But, again, the second she heard Micah’s voice, she was back at his side, waiting for a command. She lived for him and made life, with his diagnosis, eons more manageable.
She was a damn good dog.
Micah’s need for a service dog didn’t disappear after Wiley passed away and the cost, as you have read, is not a small one. I am asking anyone that reads this to please consider donating a few dollars or, if you have tangible goods, make a donation to their auction to help offset their costs of bringing home a new service dog for Micah.