Here's the story of my Roxy Girl. our rescue rottie...
She Came into our lives on March 8, 2003. On a cold night. She had just been rescued, by a friend of a friend. He had taken her from a security trailer, where she had been chained up for 2 weeks (that he knew of. who knows how long before that), and it had been raining for 2 those weeks. She didn't have food, or water, and the only space she had to move, was the same space she had to pee and poop in. Sitting in mud, and the rain, our friend called the Humane Society, and they said they would come and get her. The owner, was gone on vacation for 2 weeks. The friend called the Humane Society on a Wednesday, and by Friday they hadn't shown up. He then told his wife that he would take her home on Saturday, if she was still there. She was. He brought her home, gave her a bath, and started calling all his friends.
They called us, and not knowing anything about her, except for her breed, my husband said yes, we want her. We never owned a dog before her, but she was the best dog we could have ever ask for. She was very shy and reserved with us, but she eventually realized that we were not going away, and that we loved her very much. The first year we had her, was great, she went everywhere with us, and did everything with us.
Little did we know, she was a very sick girl, and after the first year of having her, had to have a blood transfusion, because she was very lethargic, and not eating, and not playing. We took her to the vet, and then to the emergecy vet, where she had the blood transfusion. Apparently, she had a form of Leukemia. The red blood cells were being attacked by the white blood cells. She came out of that, not a 100%, but almost, with the exception of the medication that she was on. Prednisone, Solixine (they also thought she had a thyroid problem). Suffice it to say, she was in and out of the vets, they were running test after test after test.
All the meds she was on, made her gain weight, and made her stomach really sensitive. She was ok, not great, but not really bad. We had gone on a camping trip with her, in August, and her nose started bleeding. I thought she was having a heat stroke. I soaked her down with water, made sure she had water, and after about 1/2 an hour, she was fine. September comes up, and we take her to her checkup with the vet, and find that her Red Blood Cell AND Platelett levels were low. White Cells were high. They advised us to take her to the emergency vet, where they performed a Vin Cristine on her. Basically, she had chemo therapy. After that, she was never quite the same. She showed the same love, and affection for us, but she just was not as active as before, and the vet upped her Prednisone, and put her on a couple of other medications. Now, this is all after they had ran a bunch of tests. So they still simply did not know what was wrong with her. They said everything pointed to Evans Syndrome, and there is no known cure.
A week before she passed, my husband and I were discussing whether or not we should let her go, because we could see in her eyes that she was miserable. That week, she must have had 3 bloody noses. We did take her to the vet, and they looked at her, took some blood, said that her red blood cell count looked fine. She was constantly breathing hard, and not able to catch her breath, even though she hadn't moved, or ran, or exercised. We had decided not to go thru with it, after we talked to her vet. He said that she seems fine, and that she had alot of life left in her. The last weekend she was with us, she was energetic, having fun, and being a clown. She had steak for dinner, and chicken the next day... she was her old self.
On the following week, Wednesday, Oct 20, 2004,I noticed before I left for work that she seemed kind of tired, and that she hadn't eaten all of her food. I petted her head, rubbed her ears, told her to eat her food, and left for work. The whole day, I wanted to go home. At 5pm, my husband called, and left me a message, "You need to come home, Roxy is gone." I got in my car, and cried all the way home. He had found her there, at her favorite place, in our bathroom floor. She had bled to death. The wierd, and maybe gross part to you, but sort of touching to me, was that she had walked all over the house, and touched everything that she usually touched. I could see it, the trail of blood, where she touched everything, and every single room she walked into. The ball she had played with, our bed that she was too weak to climb into, but did, my shoes that she was sniffing, the trash where she always checked for goodies. My husband and I love her very very much.
But we know she is with the one that loves her more.
I apologize if this is long. I just wanted to share it with everyone. I really miss her. But we are happy she is pain free, and no longer miserable. Edited by: Iosefa