A lot of you asked about my puppy (15 year old puppy) so I thought I would do a little blog post dedicated to her.
My dad found Sushi (my dog) on Camp Courtney Military Base on Okinawa, Japan at a local shelter. He was stationed there for a bit. There are a lot of strays overseas and our family personally gets all our pets from the shelters. When my dad saw Sushi and saw she only had ONE day left to be adopted before they had to put her down (overcrowding), he knew she was coming home to my house.
She lived a fantastic life at my house. The animal shelter knew that she was abused as a puppy. She had a few scratches on her nose when they found her and her demonear was anything but dosile. Therefore, she was never a dog that the neighbors saw. She mostly slept in our house and was very affectante towards my family though. She would sit with me as I attempted homework and such.
In March 2006, the unthinkable happened though. She was hit by a car. Since is very people cautious no one could help her and no one wanted too. She was missing for 3 days. I don’t think I’ve ever cried so much in my life. My youngest brother Steven and I literally spent 6 hours wondering around my area looking for her.
We eventually found out she had been transported to a vet hospital and was “on her last life line”. When we visited she looked terrible. The vets said she wouldn’t make it.
Slowly but surely she got better though. She was never able to walk very quickly or go on long walks again but 2 and a half weeks in the hospital and she was allowed to come home. She lived the rest of her live very mellow and relaxed at my house. She never bothered anyone-but no one outside the family really ever saw her either.
As you can see, I was extremely close to her so this news although not shocking, was very hard for me to bare.
Question for you: Tell me about your pets.