I have a neighbor who lives in a building next door whom Dea, my poodle and I saw multiple times a day as we both walked our dogs in the nearby Riverside Park. Her dog, a German Shephard mix was a sweet and docile dog who was also a therapy dog to children who have emotional problems. Dea loved to sniff her face and butt and this dog was always respectful and friendly to Dea allowing her to do all the sniffing without even a grumble. My neighbor was attached to her dog like an appendage just like I am to my wonderful dog, Dea.
A few weeks ago, I noticed that my neighbor’s dog had terrible difficulty walking as her legs would slide almost like she was skiing on the pavement. I observed that she was wearing special pads on her paws and I asked my neighbor what they were for. She told me to help her dog to not slip on the pavement. “Is it helpful?” I asked, so hoping that it was. She said “yes, a bit.” Then suddenly a week or so later I saw my neighbor across from her building with her dog who was lying on the ground. She mouthed to me that her dog couldn’t get up. I felt a pang of terror inside of me as I witnessed my neighbor getting her dog into a car with the help of the driver, to take her to the Vet. Read more