"Julie, thank you for sharing your story and enlightening owners about this condition. I lost my 12 year old German Shepherd Dog "Perdida" to a ruptured spleen tumor. I attributed some of her symptoms to normal aging, and I was wrong.…"
What kind of pet do you have and what's his or her name?
We currently own two German Shepherd dogs and four cats. "Arrow" is the newest addition to the pack, and is growing fast. His sire is a bomb-sniffer, but so far Arrow is just a butt-sniffer.
Shakti is a short-coat GSD female adopted at six months of age from the Humane Society in Pomona, CA. My husband and I were in the area and decided to visit the pound. We both agreed to "Just look at only the dogs- just look", since with the four rescue cats, we are at "cat-box capacity". We passed by kennel after kennel of shivering Chihuahuas, menacing Pitbulls and other lost canine souls until I came upon a six month old GSD pup with a filthy Duct-tape wrapped cast on her hind leg. She wagged her tail and hobbled toward the kennel door, and my heart just broke. I knew no one would take a dog who needed expensive medical care.We left that day filled with anguish. Should we save her? Could we handle another dog? What if we just fixed the leg and found her a home? Why do we go to the pound???
After agreeing this would be our "Christmas present", I returned the next day to adopt her, taking her directly to the Vet, Dr. Grant at Community Veterinary Hospital in Garden Grove, CA.. Her hind leg x-rays revealed a bad tibia-fibula fracture, that had either re-broken or had never been set. The many attempts at a union left the bone like paper mache. The Vet recommended amputation. I was OK with that. I saw "tri-pawed" dogs running and happy in videos posted on-line. My husband insisted the Dr. try to save the leg. I gave her a name befitting a Hindu goddess, "Shakti". Despite a bad case of pneumonia and a difficult surgery, Shakti`s surgery was deemed a tenuous success. She stayed at the Vet for 6 weeks and came home during one the worst rains in Southern California. I had to wrap her cast in plastic and tape to keep it dry as I helped her hobble out to the muddy lawn to retrain her to potty outside. This meant taking her out every three hours with me in my rainboots under the golf umbrella chanting "Go potty, go potty" in the middle of the night. Now she runs like a Greyhound on all four legs, although she does have a funny splay-footed gait.
Dr. Grant said he owes my husband a beer, because he proved him (and myself) wrong.I am currently trying to catch her up on her social skills, since she is shy around strangers due to her isolation in the crate.She loves carrots and apples, and would sit on your lap if you let her.
The cats are named Buster, William, George, and Booda, who are highly skilled eaters and sleepers.William is the brightest of the bunch. He can open doors with lever handles and hangs on the front door to peep out the leaded glass insert.