Here is my story,
My name is Zuess, son of Zuni ♥
I’m a nine and a half year old German Shepherd living in a home that can’t be much better for a dog. Lots of buddies to play with, lots of acres, on time meals, hunting is for fun only, and training is THE BEST fun.
I was born here, my Mom is Hummel and my Dad is Zuni. Mom is still alive at 11 and a half. My great sire, who i take after so much has left us. He too was 11 and 5 weeks when he left us. The saddest day of all our lives, as not only he passed, but the great Dian also left. Except Dian his time had come as Degenerative Myelopathy had eaten up his body. My Sire Zuni, he went unexpectedly, as if he felt his ‘buddy’ Dian needed him, some 10 hours later or torsion of his intestines. That was the suckiest day ever.
I have felt great all my life, never a sick day, always on duty, going places with mom. And suddenly, after a good fence fight with an ‘on the loose dog’ i started limping. Mom checked it out, wrapped it with a tumuric wrap and kept it cold to minimize the pain. It seemed to work but after two weeks of not going away, the inevitable vet visit came, with me being on my best behavior, despite the throbbing pain in my wrist.
Clearly mom was trying to hide her fear and shock from me, but I’m not no dummy. I knew something was bad and soon i was on some nasty tasting stuff called Neoplasene. Mom gave me the fattiest best tasting diet to eat EVER, but i was gaining weight. Ten days of this and I heard her saying “enough is enough” and we were back at the vet again.
More of those Xrays and I guess good news of something called cancer not visible in my chest. Well, little did I know, next day we’re back there AGAIN, but this time after settling me in for about 20 minutes she said she had to leave but she’d be back. She’d left me in a strange place once and I left without my nuts, what the ????
Anyway, she did of course come back, but I was too out of it to care. We went home, we sat in the mini van until 8:30 pm where she let me get rid of that slumber i was in. finally I was carefully coached into the house, into the area set up for me, but something was missing. Just too stoned to figure out what it was.
in the next updates you can read more – today its exactly a week ago from my surgery, and I m doing ok. Rest is the best I can do for myself. But i know now what’s missing. My right front leg with that excruciating pain is what missing! Of course, i’m missing my leg, that’s a given. That sucks, but mom assures me, i’m gonna be ok hopping on three is better than limping on four.
Well I’d like to be convinced, but its only been one week and I’m much more aware and alert and ready. Mom says there are some special toys coming my way to keep my from being bored!
More later!
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