Just thought of sharing my story with you because I still worry that it might happen to my other female dog and I pray to God it doesn't...
Back in November of 2014, I found this stray female dog in the parking lot of my workplace. It had just rained and the ground was all wet and it was pretty cold. We never could figure out what she was and each vet we visited all said different things. We know she was half beagle but we don't know if she was beagle mixed with pitbull or boxer or a mixture of both than beagle, regardless she was beautiful and had the kindest eyes that I will never forget.
So that night I was debating that night on taking her to animal control or taking her home and then calling animal control in the morning. I wanted to take her home for the night but I knew how my parents were going to act, especially since we were going to have family over for the weekend. So I decided to take her to animal control that night
On the drive there I noticed how smelly she was and how bad her breathe smelled but she had no shamed and would not stop licking my face. BTW i got really gross looking pimples days later on the places where she licked me.
Anyway once at the police station the officer told me that my towns kennels are made out cement and metal and that they didn't even have any warm beds. He told me I was better off setting her loose again so she could run during the night and warm up. After hearing this I felt really sick about leaving her with him and decided to take her home and ticked off my parents.
Long story short we fell in love with Ginger. There aren't enough kind or beautiful words in existence to describe Ginger's soul. She was simply an angel.
Unfortunately Ginger had lots of deep scars on her body, a really deep one on her head and a pretty large burn scar on her chest. Her left eye also was infected and she did walk a bit off, the vets estimated her to be about between 5 to 6 yrs old.I remember crying after taking her home because the thought of anyone abusing a sweet dog like Ginger really broke my heart. She was such a huge baby that would wrap her arms around me and lay her head on my chest while we slept together at night, unfortunately my other dog, Molly who is very scared of other dogs had it rough in adjusting to a home with another bigger dog.
In the summer of 2015 out of nowhere on a Thursday I noticed Ginger slept the whole day and did not greet me at the door like she usually would but she still managed to get out of bed to go for a short walk. The next day our world would come crashing down. That Friday night my mom and brother decided to take Ginger out for a walk in attempt to get her spirits up. That Friday she spent the whole day in bed again, not eating, not drinking, not going to the bathroom.It wasn't only after I got off work that night that I found out my mom and brother rushed Ginger to the hospital because she had peed blood during her walk.
Upon examination the vet revealed to my mother that Ginger had an auto immune disease, her own body was killing her red blood cells and it was doing it quickly. She had become severely anemic and was becoming weak by the minute. They performed a blood transfusion on her but let us know that a blood transfusion was not going to fix the problem it was only going to make her stable while the vets figured out what was really wrong.
So that night and the next following days Ginger was kept at the hospital. On Monday morning my dad went to go pick her up because her blood count levels had increased a bit. That Monday night was the worst night of my life and would not wish it on any other pet parent. I could feel her slipping away from me. I did not sleep at all that night, I would constantly wake up to make sure she was still breathing.
Ginger was breathing very shallow and would quickly lose her breathe. I could hear her gasping yet she always tried to comfort me and lay close to me.She still was urinating heavy amounts of blood and was not eating at all. We needed to force her pills down her throat.
I decided to take Ginger to her usual vet the very next day. By the morning Ginger had turned yellow and would moan in pain every time we would move her.
At first the vet offered us another blood transfusion but upon further studying Ginger she concluded that Ginger had again "burned up" her first transfusion and she was going to do the same again. Her stomach had also swollen up and the Vet had a theory that she might have been bleeding out and her sudden yellow appearance was caused by mainly her liver and kidneys shutting down. At this point our sweet Vet god bless her was the kindest woman to us, let us know that there was really nothing that could be done for Ginger and at the moment she was suffering.
She assured us that if Ginger was her dog and with her expert knowledge she put her to rest and about an hour later my sweet Ginger closed her eyes forever. At that point Ginger wasn't Ginger anymore, she wouldn't stare or look for you, she had a blank tired look to her face and only looked at the blank wall. She didn't seem scared she seemed tired and in pain.
It hurt me so much letting her go because such a sweet dog deserved a so much better life and we were the family that was going to give it to her. I am sure she was abused in the past and even made it so much more important that she had a better life.
Her vet again told us how great we took care of her and pointed out how loved she was. Ginger passed on July 25, 2015.
Several good things came out of it. First one was how blessed I was to have taken care of my sweet Ginger, she taught me so much about life in general and about what really matters in life, Second my parents now let me bring home stray animals until I find them homes, third after being stuck with an almost 3000 dollar bill we got pet insurance for my other Dog, Molly and my cat Noah.
We still don't really know what caused Ginger to have gotten this disease. The first hospital vet theorized that the vaccinations Ginger received under our care could have caused an offset because she was an older dog.
Our usual vet said it was just hereditary and certain things in life such as her having puppies or having a poor diet in her early life could have made her more prone to it.
We might have been able to save Ginger if she would have gotten a blood test months ago because we would have then been able to see her red blood cell count and give her medication in attempt to keep them up. So that is another thing to think of when you go on your next vet visit. My other dog, Molly is 3 and I am thinking about getting a blood test to ensure everything is in order.
I am still really worried about keeping up with Molly's vaccinations because of what the first vet said. I will need to do more research on that.
Thank you for reading my long story but I felt the need to share and also tell the world how beautiful Ginger was. Today her urn sits at home in the living room.