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My grandmother’s brother (whom I met once when I was real little) isn’t alive anymore but late in life he lost his sight. He lived in the same home for so many years that my grandma said he could find his way around as if he never lost his sight. It was outside the house that he needed help so he was given a dog that was trained to help blind people. The dog would help him with crossing the streets and help him to not run into people. It made his life so much easier to have someone else around to depend on. . |