When we found our Spunk dog he was in a ditch, very sick, broken rib, no fur, infections, pads on feet burned from the asphalt, swelling, eyes swollen shut, etc.... But his little tail would wag and he ran around like a loony bird as if nothing was wrong. My neighbor named him Spunky and planned to keep him.
Well we ended up keeping him and the name kind of stuck. No matter how sick he got and all the battles we went through to save him, that tail still wagged in a circular silly motion.
That little dog and I made a pact back then... The day his tail stopped wagging, we would know it was time for him to move on. Well 13+ years later.... I let him outside to go potty, everything was normal that morning, until he didn't come in. I went to check on him and he wasn't moving.
I laid him on his bed... His tail no longer wagging... and his legs no longer working, he and I had a talk... We decided it was time to say goodbye. His labored breathing, uncontrolled bottom business, white tongue, dry nose, pink hot to touch body, and inability to move his legs...
Vegkid came over to talk to him and we both had funny memories, we looked at pictures we talked and cuddled and loved on our bestest furry friend, it was to be a peaceful goodbye...
And then he started shaking, breathing hard, making horrible painful noises. We wrapped our Spunk dog in a blanket and took him in to the emergency room on a Sunday planning to not bring him home. 6hrs later, fluids, some tummy meds, xrays and a whole lot of money, they sent us home with a dog that wasn't moving, had horrible vitals and nothing concrete wrong. Meaning they couldn't DIAGNOSE anything.. Except maybe a mass pushing on his organs.
Fine then... I thought, now what?? New plan was to watch and wait, keep him comfortable... I gave him some homepathic remedies, tummy meds, natural canned food stuff in teaspoon intervals and dripped water in to his mouth... We planned to just keep him from pain until we could get him to our Vet. I was pretty positive he wasn't going to make it through the night, so I stayed with him until morning.
The next day he Pooped what seemed like a piece of sock, or a snake.. not sure which but I'm going with sock.... And the tail started wagging, his legs started moving, and his fever went away. He ate/drank and become whole again.
I'm pretty sure we are on his 10th life if cats have 9...
A couple days after that. I found him IN THE CUPBOARD looking for his food.
Doggy Diaper and all...
Silly Silly Spunk Dog!!!
