Ziggy ~R.I.P~

Picture of Ziggy  ~R.I.P~, a male Akita

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Home:Wilkes-Barre, PA  
Sex: Male   Weight: 100+ lbs

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Ziggers, Puppy

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

September 28th 1999

Ziggy loved his family. He also loved playing, so much! Especially ball. He could catch anything. He also loved treats, and going for walks. He also loved the hose.

Ziggy hated animals, unfortunately. He also was very protective and leary of strangers. If he liked someone, they were someone special.

Favorite Toy:
He loved a toy I bought for him, it squeaked and said "I love my dog", we actually bought him 3, each one chewed to bits. He loved playing ball as well, and the rope toys too.

Favorite Food:
He hated eating his dog food. I had to hand feed it to him sometimes for him to eat. He loved treats though, and people food.

Favorite Walk:
He loved to walk on the riverbank, and play in the yard with Bear.

Best Tricks:
Ziggy could sit, stay, and lay down. He could also jump and give paw on command.

Arrival Story:
Our dog before Ziggy had died, and Bear was lonely. We never saw many Akitas advertised here, and we never got one from the paper. But around the time of Christmas, my birthday, and my father's birthday, there was an add in the paper for Akita puppies. We went to the house, saw them, and I picked Ziggy. He was the only one in his little marked like he was. And his giant ears just melted my heart. I rode in the back with him the whole way home.

Ziggy's first night here was a sleepless one. He cried the entire night. So at around 2 AM, I went down into the kitchen and slept with him. He slept on me the entire night. From then on Ziggy would not leave my side. I waited 15 years to have one of our dogs take to me and choose me as "his own". Ziggy was that dog. He was my life, my baby, my best friend, and my everything. When Ziggy died, I died. I cried for days, and still cry at the drop of a dime. It still aches me deeply, and I may never get over it. He was my soul-mate, and THE dog for my life. He died at the age of 2 only a month before his 3rd birthday. A month to the date. We were walking him on the riverbank 5 months or so prior, and he had been scratched or bitten by a ground hog. He was fine. Until these 5 months later. One day he was very lethargic, and kept vomitting. We took him to the vet and she couldn't pin-point anything at all. Over 3 days my 29" tall, 120 pound baby couldn't walk, bark, or move on his own. He was in vet care, and she called late one night saying she was 99% certain Ziggy had contracted "Coon's Disease" from the ground hod 5 months earlier. Not every ground hog carried this disease, and even if they do, not every dog contracts the virus. But my dog did. We were arriving at the vet's office to take him to Cornell to be tested, and possibly rehabilitated. He had died 2 hours prior to our arrival. Ziggy was still warm, and seemingly alive when I dove onto him sobbing my heart out that day. I will never forget it as long as I live. And I still have many issues circling his death.

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July 25th 2005 More than 11 years!

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