But to start at the beginning. Nikki
hurt his neck 8 months ago. It was so bad he had trouble standing as
the popped discs in his neck impacted on nerves and caused his front
legs to become unstable.
He was prescribed all sorts of
medications to ease the pain, assist in mending and keep him quiet
(this is a 10 year old active kelpie). Jean thought that he only had
a short time to live and was a bit generous with his favourite foods
(his “little things” i.e. dried dog food and meaty bones). The drugs increased
his appetite and he put on a lot of weight in a short time.
We built a special cage in the living
room to keep him confined and comfortable for the first few weeks. He didn't like
being in the cage but being a good little boy he would enter when
told. Each night Jean would tell him to put on his “jarmies”
which was a body harness and short lead. He would stand and wait for
the harness to be assembled and then she would lift him onto our bed.
The bed treat kept him happy during the night. To stop him from
leaping off the bed she wrapped the short lead around her hand and
slept with it exposed. As we came into Winter I'd wrap a jumper
around the arm. Whenever he needed a toilet break she would get up
and lift him off and take him outside.
Gradually he was taken off all the
drugs. He had a relapse for a while. The relapse was a result of us
taking him for a drive prematurely. The three dogs have always loved
going for drives. It formed part of their weekly routine. We were
never game to take him on a drive again.
Once he was finally off the drugs his
weight began to return to normal. The weight reduction was a
blessing as lifting him onto the bed was becoming difficult. Nikki is
not all that possessed by food. His main interests have always been
sticks and balls. But throwing sticks and balls for him was no longer
possible and he was reduced to just carrying them about. He adapted
well to the new life style.
Always in the back of out minds was the
knowledge that he may be destined for a short life if his mobility
failed.
And then today Jean finally felt
confident to take him for a drive. He made himself at home on the
back seat and enjoyed every moment with no negative after effects.
So this little bloke who Jean never
thought she would become attached to when she picked him up from the
RSPCA is back to normal. She talks to him constantly and responds on
his behalf. Only a mother would understand.
What a lovely story of devotion to a pet. Our dog loves car rides and balls too.
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