Our veterinarian estimated Feller's birth year. My husband and two sons found Feller, a German Shepherd Dog mix, when he was an adult; he was injured and on the roadside of Interstate 240 in southwest Oklahoma City. We thought he had been struck by or fallen from a vehicle. His left front leg was injured in such a way that our veterinarian said the leg had been forced out and up toward his back.
Two years after his injury, our veterinarian amputated the leg at the shoulder because it was apparent the nerves would never grow back. He had just enough feeling in the leg that it felt like it was "waking up after being asleep."
Losing a front leg is harder on a dog than losing a back leg, but Feller got around just fine. His head would go up and down with each hop forward. He would even rest his chest on the ground and dig holes with his right front leg.
Feller's back legs finally wore out, and he required assistance to stand up. We held him up with a padded sling I sewed for him; now one can buy similar slings. We had to let him go when he could no longer stand, even with assistance.
Dogs have a special bond with the person(s) who rescue them. I'll always remember the way Feller would stand in front of my husband's living-room chair and "woof" at him to be petted.
Two years after his injury, our veterinarian amputated the leg at the shoulder because it was apparent the nerves would never grow back. He had just enough feeling in the leg that it felt like it was "waking up after being asleep."
Losing a front leg is harder on a dog than losing a back leg, but Feller got around just fine. His head would go up and down with each hop forward. He would even rest his chest on the ground and dig holes with his right front leg.
Feller's back legs finally wore out, and he required assistance to stand up. We held him up with a padded sling I sewed for him; now one can buy similar slings. We had to let him go when he could no longer stand, even with assistance.
Dogs have a special bond with the person(s) who rescue them. I'll always remember the way Feller would stand in front of my husband's living-room chair and "woof" at him to be petted.
Our veterinarian estimated Feller's birth year. My husband and two sons found Feller, a German Shepherd Dog mix, when he was an adult; he was injured and on the roadside of Interstate 240 in southwest Oklahoma City. We thought he had been struck by or fallen from a vehicle. His left front leg was injured in such a way that our veterinarian said the leg had been forced out and up toward his back.
Two years after his injury, our veterinarian amputated the leg at the shoulder because it was apparent the nerves would never grow back. He had just enough feeling in the leg that it felt like it was "waking up after being asleep."
Losing a front leg is harder on a dog than losing a back leg, but Feller got around just fine. His head would go up and down with each hop forward. He would even rest his chest on the ground and dig holes with his right front leg.
Feller's back legs finally wore out, and he required assistance to stand up. We held him up with a padded sling I sewed for him; now one can buy similar slings. We had to let him go when he could no longer stand, even with assistance.
Dogs have a special bond with the person(s) who rescue them. I'll always remember the way Feller would stand in front of my husband's living-room chair and "woof" at him to be petted.
Two years after his injury, our veterinarian amputated the leg at the shoulder because it was apparent the nerves would never grow back. He had just enough feeling in the leg that it felt like it was "waking up after being asleep."
Losing a front leg is harder on a dog than losing a back leg, but Feller got around just fine. His head would go up and down with each hop forward. He would even rest his chest on the ground and dig holes with his right front leg.
Feller's back legs finally wore out, and he required assistance to stand up. We held him up with a padded sling I sewed for him; now one can buy similar slings. We had to let him go when he could no longer stand, even with assistance.
Dogs have a special bond with the person(s) who rescue them. I'll always remember the way Feller would stand in front of my husband's living-room chair and "woof" at him to be petted.
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