Okay, so last Thursday, i think it was, me and my brother were sleeping after school since we both had a long day, and my dog, Zoe, randomly starts yelping and she couldnt move ehr back legs. Well we called my mom and she came home and we got our neighbor who worked with dogs and we took her to the emergency animal hospital and they took x-rays and stuff and it ended up being ehr having a ruptered spinal plate and like something was putting pressure on her spine and i guess it hit a nerve and she was totally paralized on the bottom half. The options were to drive her hours away, in pain, for her to get a surgery we couldnt afford, or to just put her down. After thinking long and hard about this and after several phone calls, we decided we had to put her down. We ahd only ahd her for about a year, but she was 3 years old. She was german shepard. She was the nicest dog youd ever meet, and she was always full of energy. She could always tell when you werent in a good mood and shed try to make you laugh by doing the weirdest things. There was no one that said anything bad about her, because, well, there was nothing bad about her. We ended up getting her creamted, which is very expensive, especially to get the ashes sent back to us. And yeahh, thats my story. Not very happy, i know.
