Post by doc on Mar 21, 2009 6:37:21 GMT -5
A blond lab named "Tag", was named that because he was rescued from the middle of a busy intersection. He spent about 6 years with me, adapted well to the shop enviroment, and every time a customer came in, he knew they were there to see him. This dog was a miracle dog. He got out of the backyard one day and got hit by a car, got busted up pretty good, even broke his pelvis in 3 places. I made him a wheeled cart that could be strapped onto his lower body so he could get around while he was healing. The vet wasn't sure if he would ever heal completley, but within 6 months that dog was almost good as new. Only way you could tell he had ever had a problem was when he ran. One leg didn't stretch as far as the other and he had kind of a funny sideways movement. Several years later, I noticed that he just wasn't very well and his eyesight seemed effected. We spent several thousand dollars on the dog and finally had a specialist tell us it was mold spores that had gotten into his lungs. I'll never forget the day we took him to the vet to be put to sleep. We wrapped him in his blanket he always liked in the truck bed, put his favorite toy with him and I held him as the vet gave him the first shot to put him under, then the second shot to stop his heart. I swear that dog knew what was happening. He looked at me with his one good eye (the mold spores had detached the retina on the other) and seemed to relax when I told him it was going to be OK. That seemed to satisfy him as he passed. We buried him in the back yard with his blanket and toys. I still tear up when I think of him.
I thought more of that dog than some people I've run into.
I thought more of that dog than some people I've run into.