We found a stray puppy in the middle of the road who had been dumped on the coldest night of the winter. He was so small at the time, he needed bricks added to help him climb the steps.
Because of his long hair and our weedy property, Bucky became an outside dog. At about 15 years old and I took him for his first haircut to get rid of all his badly matted hair. He looked just like a dalmatian puppy with the long shaggy hair gone. We got home and he walked into the house past me - as if he'd always been inside - and turned to see if I dared kick him out.
At 17 years old, I spotted him standing in the driveway staring off in the distance. An hour later he was still standing there unmoved. We went out and got him. We suspect he'd had a stroke. He couldn't hear. Couldn't walk. Couldn't climb the stairs. We put him to bed.
The next morning he moved slowly, but he seemed better. I watched him closely for signs he was in pain. By the end of the month he was back to puppy-like antics. He came on vacation with us 'cuz we didn't want to leave him home with only neighbors stopping in for feed and water. He was with us about two more years before he walked off somewhere to die.
I am so glad we didn't put him down when he had his stroke, although I would have if I'd seen any sign he was in pain. We had two more good years with him.
Whether your dog will recover or not, it is nice to know you gave her that chance.
Because of his long hair and our weedy property, Bucky became an outside dog. At about 15 years old and I took him for his first haircut to get rid of all his badly matted hair. He looked just like a dalmatian puppy with the long shaggy hair gone. We got home and he walked into the house past me - as if he'd always been inside - and turned to see if I dared kick him out.
At 17 years old, I spotted him standing in the driveway staring off in the distance. An hour later he was still standing there unmoved. We went out and got him. We suspect he'd had a stroke. He couldn't hear. Couldn't walk. Couldn't climb the stairs. We put him to bed.
The next morning he moved slowly, but he seemed better. I watched him closely for signs he was in pain. By the end of the month he was back to puppy-like antics. He came on vacation with us 'cuz we didn't want to leave him home with only neighbors stopping in for feed and water. He was with us about two more years before he walked off somewhere to die.
I am so glad we didn't put him down when he had his stroke, although I would have if I'd seen any sign he was in pain. We had two more good years with him.
Whether your dog will recover or not, it is nice to know you gave her that chance.