100 Percent Disabled Vietnam Veteran Seeks Grant Money For Companion Dog
by Danny Cordell
(Spring Hill, Florida, USA)
I'm no writer, but when I saw this site it was an opportunity to ask for government grant money information from anyone who would listen, or just to tell my story.
Sometimes life deals that crappy hand, sometimes its golden eggs, well I'm not sitting around counting the golden eggs, but I do sit around and wonder what if.
I haven't been out of the house, or even left my property for almost five years, once to go to my mother's funeral and the other just to see how much things have changed. Well both didn't work out well.
I'm not complaining but being disabled 100% permanent and total from Vietnam, not entirely physical but a lot of it mental.
When I'm in public, my mind races constantly. It's like I'm always looking for the worst to happen or waiting for something to happen, its not long before I'm taking anxiety pill after pill and add that to the morphine the paranoia sets in big time.
I used to have this under control with my dog Abbie. When she was with me I could go anywhere, mostly because she could go anywhere. If my mind wasn't focused or I was eating, she was always on guard.
She never got overly excited, she had her own signals when it was time to move, this dog knew when, what, where, you name it this was one of the most perfect German Shepherds I've ever come across till now.
After Abbie's loss, life really wasn't much worth a damn, but I wasn't giving up that easy. After two years of searching I have found a puppy that IS Abbie.
I've been trying to save, but the $3,000 is not coming too fast, at fifty dollars every couple of weeks I'm afraid she will be getting old by the time I can save enough to where a deal can be struck.
I have my doubts and I guess that hurts the most. I'm not sure how long a man can continue with no companionship.
I guess I'm ashamed to say that at 58 years old, my eyes still swell with tears when I think of my relationship my dog and I had.
She would always listen, never begged, knew when I was in the dumps, and would always wake me when the dreams were unbearable. She was really special.
I guess just knowing this puppy is just 160 miles away is an awful feeling. Then again it's also a good feeling knowing that there is something special that close.
I don't gamble but I think I will take two dollars and get a lottery ticket. Yes it might be a one in a million chance, but that's a one in a million chance closer to a dream, a dream that hopefully will take me through my and her life.
Life is good. If anyone reads this… thanks! I've always wanted to tell of my story "Abbie and I" so deeply missed.