Rusty~*In Loving Memory*~


German Shepherd
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Home:Chetek/Rice Lake/Cameron/Barro, WI  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 100+ lbs

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Nicknames:
Stinky, Chub Chub, Mutt, Turkey Neck, Stink Pot, Roosterbar, Rrrrusty has Ridges

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred-disabled

Birthday:
July 9th 1994

Likes:
Car rides, walks, playng with ball, squeeky toys, trying to find you when you hide under something and yip

Pet-Peeves:
Vac cleaners, cameras(so never expect good pictures of him), drills, when Amber gets too close, cats getting cuddly, and squirrls that run away from them

Favorite Toy:
Stuffed animals that squeek which last only an hour because he finally breaks the squeeker

Favorite Food:
Cat food when we are not looking, soft doggie treats and CHEESE!! Anything in a Kong!

Favorite Walk:
Where ever as long as it includes the leash

Best Tricks:
Finding you!! Rusty would have been perfect for search and rescue, can never trick the old man!! Oh yeah lets not forget about his nickname, this dog can clear out a room in a matter of seconds with a little relief!

Arrival Story:
After our GSD of 9 years past away as a family we decided to get another duo of GSDs. Rustys breeders were the first we went to. He was the cute GS rolly polly pup and was the only one who wasn't chewing on a shoe and ran right up to us, what a great pick

Bio:
This flea infested pup gave his market to poor Shadow when we brought him home. Over time we finally got the circus to relocate after a few treatments. When Rusty was just a pup he was diagnosed with hip dysphasia, but it wasn't long after that when we noticed he was going after his back leg for a large sore to form. We took him to the vet and had every test under the sun done when they concluded, after a few years, that Rusty has a mental disease he thinks there is something on his leg and he bites after it until it bleeds. (Check out his head cone in the picture,it was to stop him from going after his leg. I decorated it for him, he loved it!...the decorations that is) However we finally got a second opinion and was told it is actually arthritis, poor old guy. We keep him on lots of supplements to lube up his joints and he seems to be doing well, I guess those beef bones from the meat market have helped too! But a few years ago, he went after his nails so much his back toe had to be amputated. We also found out he has a "fungus" problem with his nails and they grew crooked. He goes after them as well and now has to have them cut only by the vet since they are so difficult and tend to hurt him at times. He is a great GSD and has a heart of gold, he has to since he listens to me pick on him saying his breeders forged his papers and I call him a Chow Chow, Shar Pei, Whippet, Bulldog, Smooth-Coat Collie, GS mix. There's something about that face that just is not GS. Gotta love the little guy!

Forums Motto:
Captain Chub

The Groups I'm In:
♥♥MISS DIXIE MONROE'S **DIXIE**LAND♥♥, Rainbow Bridge Angel Babies, ^*^Over The Rainbow^*^

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 27th 2004 More than 10 years!

I Was In The:
See me in Dogster's 2005 Holiday Picture Party!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
22388


Meet my family
Sheena ~*In
Memory*~
AmberShadow~*In
Lovin Memory*~
Tucker
TiggerMilo ~*Forever
Loved and
Never
GizzyPippi
Sargent ~*In
Memory*~
Major~*In
Memory*~
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Rusty's Day

June 29th 2005 7:05 pm
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For the past month, Rusty has been in and out of the animal hospital, so he has not had a chance to write, today would have been his last. Rusty's back went out on him several weeks ago, thus his last entry and ever since it has been a domino downward spiral. He has had issues with his back foot and now went in to have another toe removed. Since he felt he needed to help the process he would try to take off the bandage and lick it himself, which actually made it worse, but he would never listen to us ƒº. After his toe removal he had gotten through multiple socks, a soft e-collar which made him look like a daisy, a pant leg, vinyl wrap, horse wrap, you name it Rusty was the Houdini! His back leg ended up getting infected so we finally were able to put an e-collar on him (the cone ones) and not cut it. It was so long that there was no way he could reach his paw, however we were too late. Over this time Rusty had begun to stop eating and throwing up his food and water, he went in again. The vet did every test under the book, then for one last ray of hope they opened him up to find out that his esophagus (?) and stomach had been clogged with socks, gaze, tape and every other kind of substance possible. We thought for sure all would go well however he still would vomit and could not hold down food. The doctors went in for another look and found his sutures were coming out but it seemed that nothing was healing and his protein levels were drastically low. Rusty went in for yet another surgery, they came up empty. Rusty had been poked at, prodded, and been in the vet¡¦s kennels far too long. He was not the Rusty we used to know, he began to give up hope. This morning the doctors called to once again give us the bad news that they had no idea why Rusty was not healing properly, his body, sadly, told us he was tired and it was time.

With great reluctance a decision was made however Rusty would have a good day. We brought him home he loved car rides, so he was a little excited, as much as his tired body could show. When we got him home we scrunched up the blanket he was on, like a stretcher, and brought him in and plopped him on the couch, he was happy since they are typically not allowed to lay up there. He spent a little time with Shadow, Amber and the cats while watching his favorite show, Planets Funniest Animals. When Rusty would visit me at school I always had it on for him to watch. After an hour of hanging out with the gang, he went out on the John Deere Gator for a quick ride to the point. We filled the back with blankets and his favorite woobie; it had to be a quick ride since he was so nauseous. After Rusty¡¦s back went out on him I would take him out side with me while I gardened. He would lay in the Gator just as happy as can be, he loved to outside but mostly for the rides and sunning. My dad (and his) and I set up a tent, since it was raining on and off all day, this way he could be outside regardless. For the next three hours I read to Rusty while stroking his very soft fur, right behind his neck where never could quite get. My (and his) mom and I then would just sit and pet, scratch and talk about the funny things he would do while offering him lots of water and treats. He enjoyed the drink but wanted nothing to do with food, not even beef. I wish we could have spent it taking him on a walk or a pontoon ride however, Rusty could barely move, so we still did the things he loved, giving him the attention and company he so longley missed being away from home. Rusty passed away in my arms while we sat in the back of the Gator, as he took his last deep breath, a small sigh of relief came over me that he will no longer be in the pain and emotional frustration he has endured over his lifetime. Instead Rusty is now back playing with Sargent, hopefully getting along with Sheena, and finally meeting Major at the rainbow bridge. Even though the day was raining, God had shed a few tears for our beloved boy, the sun managed to peek out from the storm clouds above about an hour after he resided, telling me he made it to the gates. Even though Rusty is no longer with us here, making us laugh while he bounds, the ¡§tee-pee¡¨ ears he had, yips, and passing some seriously nasty gas, I know he will be waiting for that day when we all can be together again, I know I am.

Rest in Peace Rusty, the moment he took his last breath the world and our hearts were a sadder place.

 

Good Guys Always Finish Last

May 8th 2005 4:33 pm
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So Wednesday was not such a great day, I began to walk into the family room when I fell. I had no control of my body, it felt like I couldnt fell my legs. SO I went into the vet, with the help of my dad, he had to carry me other wise they used a towel to keep up my back end. Eveyone here is very sad. I am on some medication now and the doctors want to see how I do with in the next few days. Wendy was scared I might of had what Sheena did, but no matter what the problem is my parents said they wil do everything they can for me!! They bought a new lift thing eith a handle to help me around the house and purchusing a new harness from Doggone Wheels since I can fit in Sheenas old wheelchair. As scary as it is they didnt get ride of it thinking one day they may have to use it again, sadly I get it now. So everyone keep your fingers crossed and say a few prayers that everything will be ok and I will be able to use my back legs to run and jump and play, ok at least walk. When I dont feel so tired I will write more about how I am doing!! PS Pippi said since I am not feeling well I can have back my heated woobie pad, I think we will be very good buds after all! Love Stink Pot!

 

Yeah a new gift for me...um hey guys um no thats mine, oh- boy.......

April 10th 2005 7:46 pm
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Wendy came home this weekend and brought me a really great gift; yep you knew it another huge extra cushy wooby. I love it; this one has so much extra comfort and fluff. But here’s the thing that vicious Rottweiler (no offense to the breed it’s just that Pippi calls herself and besides I will not argue with her, she looks vicious and she snarls at me, heck I’m scared!!!) keeps going on it. And then she told the rest of the scary cats and now they enjoy my new wooby. Oh boy I couldn’t say anything, they might gang up on me and beat me up when my parents are not home, oh no I couldn’t say anything, but I really want my wooby. And even though they went back home today they will be moving here in a few months which means I will have to live with my nieces and nephews, oh boy those kitties are scary, oh man there is no hope, oh what am I ta do??? Gulp!

 
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