Piper Is Gone, But Now What..., I have another hard decision to make... Options

[Kenchimato]

Hello Everyone,

My name is Jeff, and until Tuesday I had two very sweet dogs. The first, a Chihuahua mix named Piper, who was 3 1/2 years old and my best friend in the world. I had her for almost 2 years. The second, a Lab mix named Sammy that I saved after she was abandoned before she was weened. She is now a little over 1 year old.

Tuesday evening after dinner I filled their treat ball, (a plastic ball that dispenses treats as they roll it across the floor), and set it down for them to play with. They quickly emptied it and I decided to give them a second round of play. I refilled the ball and set it down. Piper nudged the ball with her little nose, a treat was dispensed, and both dogs went for it. With no warning, and with no real history of fights, (beside the occasional spat and an accident when the lab first came to live with us), Sammy grabbed my Pip and shook her hard. I practically fell in between then and pulled them apart. The whole scene played out in about 5 seconds...

Within 10 minutes we were on the freeway to the emergency animal hospital. It was the longest ride in my life. When Piper and I arrived they took her down the hall, but I could hear her crying from across the building. The vet came out and told me he was preparing to give her morphine to stop the pain while he examined her. The cries became less frequent, but were regular enough that I had to go outside. And wait...

Two hours later I was called into the examination room. The doctor showed me two x-rays, and explained that there was significant internal damage. He said that it might be possible to save her, but she would need surgery then and there, and more operations in the future. He asked me if I was on a budget, and explained how he could help discount everything he could, and refer me to vets that could help me further. Regardless of what he could do for me, it would cost several thousand dollars to save her that night, to be followed by a lengthy stay at a clinic closer to home, and that I was looking at boarding costs, and another few thousand dollars in procedures and medicine over the next few weeks. Her outlook would be very long term if she made it, with some pain that might not ever really go away. He told me that I knew the alternative, and that it was a decision that I would have to make.

I sat with a box of kleenex looking at my wallet and bank card, with all of 400 dollars between the two. I could hear her crying in fear and pain, and knew that it had to stop. I hurt so bad in that room. They gave her another shot and brought her out to me for a few minutes to say goodbye. I signed the papers and they took her into the next room, and I went to the lobby to pay the bill. The vet discounted everything and gave me a lot of the services for free so that I could afford the bill. I could still hear some crying in the background, and as I turned and walked to the door, in the last moment as I opened it, the crying stopped...

The first decision was done, but the second one was waiting for me at home. My Sammy. In an instant she turned into a killer, and in an instant it was gone again. The last few days, now totalling four between us, have been slow and hard. I have built a memorial case and hung it over Piper's favorite spot on the sofa--it's filled with all her favorite things and my favorite pictures of her. I can't even look at Sammy in the eyes, but occasionally I watch her from across the room, moving around the house. I have noticed that she stops every few hours or so, stands with her front paws against that wall, and smells the display, taking her time, and then slowly walks away.

That night I was ready to call animal welfare, but stopped myself knowing that it may be a decision I would regret later--losing one was bad enough. It is still so early on and I have to make sure that enough time has gone by that I can see past the emotions I have now and make the right decision. I have spoken with friends and family, consulted with several vets in my city, and also talked to a retired police officer who headed up the K-9 force and now oversees dog training and consults the city's animal welfare office.

Of all those I have spoken with, the officer has been the most informative. Even though I asked the big question in my initial e-mail to him, during the following phone conversation as he described what he could do to help me with Sam, the question of putting her down never came up again. He has told me that he can help me train her one-on-one, and then in a group starting in about 3 weeks. She will become extremely disciplined in a few months when we are finished--she will sit, lie down, heel, shake, roll over, and fetch. Most importantly, he told me that when we are finished she will freeze, drop everything in her mouth, come to attention and await further commands with one word, "NO".

All of this aside, he warned me that he cannot promise one thing--that when all the right pieces fall into place, 1, 2, or 5 years down the road, no matter how well disciplined, she may snap and it may happen again. It is rare that an accident like this occurs, and the size difference had a definite impact on what happened, but for some reason people will never understand, when all the right stresses are in place, some dogs can just break for a second, like turning a light switch on and then right back off, and become what they really are--wolves...

I don't know if I will end up keeping her or adopting her out after she has been trained. For now I have calmed down enough to have taken euthanasia off the table as an option at all. I am partly to blame for this, not having disciplined or properly trained Sammy, and she is so sweet and loves me so much.

I guess I am posting this rather long story here to ask everyone how I should feel about Sammy, and how I should act around her. I am a logical person and know that while I am understandibly angry at her, she will never fully understand why. Acting towards her based upon my anger now, (four days later), is something that she doesn't understand and I can see the hurt in the way she acts. But should I play with her, pay attention to her, and let her sleep in the bed with me? Everytime I look at her I am taken right back to the exam room on Tuesday night, hearing those cries...

Am I making the right decision for now--training her and putting off the decision to keep her or adopt her out until after she is trained?

Am I the only one who has been faced with something like this? How did anyone else handle the situation?

Any advice would be helpful.

Thanks,

Jeffrey (Kenchimato)
Galveston, Texas

[JOANNE]

JEFFREY IAM SO SRRY FOR WHAT HAPPENED HOW HORRIBLE FOR YOU. MY SITUATION WAS NOT LIKE YOURS BUT I HAD A MINATURE POODLE THAT I HAD FOR 3 YRS I GOT HIM AT 6 WEEKS AND I COULD NOT HAVE ASKED FOR A BETTER DOG EVEN THOUGH IN MY IGNORANCE THERE WERE SIGNS SUCH A BITEING ON MY HANDS ETC BUT AT AGE ONE I REACHED TO PET HIM AND HE GRABBED MY HAND AND BIT ME AND FROM THAT POINT ON HE BECAME MORE AGRESSIVE AND WOULD HAVE WHAT I CALLED SPELLS WHERE HE WOULD GROW AND THEN WALK AOUND DARING ANYONE TO COME NEAR HIM I HAD TO MUZZELL HIM FOR BATHS OR FOR ANYTHING HE DID NOT WANT TO DO. IF HE WENT FOR A CAR RIDE I COULD NOT GET HIM OUT OF THE CAR UNLESS I GOT THE LEACH ON HIM . SO AFTER 3YRS AND MANY BITES AND NOTHING WE DID HELPED MY VET SAID WE NEEDED TO PUT HIM DOWN. I HAVE RECENTLY LOST MY 16YR OLD BICHON AND I MISS HIM SO BUT THE PUTTING DOWN OF THE POODLE WAS EVEN HARDER BECAUSE TO LOOK AT HIM HE WAS A YOUNG AND HEALTHY DOG BUT I COULD NO LONGER TRUST HIM BUT I WENT THRU A BAD DEPRESSION FEELING LIKE I LET HIM DOWN SOMEHOW BECAUSE I HAD NEVER HAD AN AGRESSIVE DOG BEFORE AND I DID NOT KNOW THE THINGS TO LOOK FOR AND IAM A WOMAN AND NOT A TAKE CHARGE TYPE OF PERSON. I HOPE YOU THINK THIS OVER VERYGOOD AND DISCUSS IT WITH OTHER PEOPLE AND FIND THE THING THAT YOU CAN LIVE WITH. FROM HERE ON OUT YOU WILL NOT COMPLETELY TRUST HIM BUT HOPEFULLY HE CAN BE HELPED OR WILL YOU ALWAYS FELL SOME RESENTMENT TO HIM. I JUST DO NOT KNOW BUT I WISH YOU THE BEST AND HOPE OTHERS WILL BE ABLE TO HELP YOU MORE.
SO SORRY JOANNE(RAGGS MOMMY)