We've had Roscoe for a few years now. My brother bought him from a breeder and we ended up taking care of him. We've lived through the days of him peeing and pooping on the floor, barking at anyone who walked through door, and the constant nagging to play all the time. Now is the moment of truth.
Last few days, Roscoe hasn't been feeling too good. We weren't sure what was wrong, but he wasn't moving around much and not eating a whole lot. We took him to the veterinarian today and the verdict is in. Somehow he managed to crush his vertebrae. No clue how he did it, but I guess it doesn't really matter. His condition is serious. The Vet pinched one of his back toes to see how much feeling he had. Pretty much none. Didn't move an inch.
She told my mom any other time she would refer us to the nearby animal hospital. So, he can have $2,000 worth of surgery. Even with that there are no guarantees his quality of life will improve and we don't have the money to pay for it. Right now, Roscoe is still at the vet's. They are putting him on steroids. We'll find out tomorrow if feeling returns to his back legs and make a decision from there.
In all seriousness, this dog is a momma's dog. He follows my mother around everywhere. He loves her more than anyone in this house despite the fact my step-dad and myself played with him more. My mom is trying to be brave but I'm sure she will be upset if she has to put him down. Pray for him to whatever God(s) you worship. Please and thank you.
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