Debz Dogz

The More People I Meet - The More I Like My Dogs


 

KC Name: HOPALONG CASSABEA

Pet Name: Bea

Breed: GSD

Born: 13/04/1992

Sire: Ben 

Dam: Kimba

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bea came to be a peace-maker. Luckily it worked. Not only was she going to be a mate for Khan, she was going to be my agility dog. How wrong can you be? At about eight months I had a feeling that something wasn't quite right with Bea's legs. I had her x-rayed at thirteen months and found out that she had no ball joint in her right hind leg.

The options were to either have her operated on and cage her for a fair while, which may or may not have been successful, or leave her as it was and see how she went. The vet said that without the operation by the time she got to three she would be full of arthritis and would have difficulty walking. I decided against the operation and said that she could have three years of doing just as she liked when she liked.

Obviously, agility was out of the question, so we tried obedience but left turns were a problem to her so we gave that up also.

~ ~ ~

At the age of two Bea developed Pancreatitis and Colitis. She lost so much weight that she weighed only 15kg at her worst. Again the vet wasn't too hopeful that she'd pull through. Bea, however had other ideas. For the last twelve years Bea has been doing things her way. If she wants to come for a run she does, but now days she usually just comes for a wander around the garden. Her legs have started to be a problem to her (her brain still goes as fast as it did but her legs can't keep up!) She'll be fourteen in april and hopefully she'll still be doing 'just as she likes' for a while to come yet.

 

 

I'm afraid that after a long fight against her legs, they finally won.
Bea went to find Khan on Friday 19th May 2006.

 Bea
(13/04/92 - 19/05/06)

For fourteen years you've shared my life and how quickly they've flown by,
I'm just so glad I held you as you took your final sigh.
You weren't well known for heelwork, retrieves or recalls,
You were just happy to be chasing round and running after balls.
You were the leader of our gang and kept everyone in their place.
You didn't need to snap or growl, they knew just by your face.
You started to get weary, your legs started to give way,
I wished I could make you young again. I just wanted you to play.
You defied the vets and lived, for many extra years,
But that doesn't ease the heartbreak or wipe away the tears.
Time waits for no one, not even the best.
You looked so very tired and I knew you wanted Rest.
I hope you're running through the clouds to go and get your wings,
But before you cross the bridge I've got to tell you one last thing.
I'm proud to have known you and I'm really glad you see,
That fourteen years ago, you chose to live with me.

Author: Debbie Back