A Story by Andrea
nominated by Andrea of EveryDogsDelight
When I brought him home, we had visitors who had baseball caps on their head. Tank immediately freaked out when he saw that. He ran to my closet and hid. This was the beginning of the realization that he had been severely abused. I went to him; sat there and talked to him. From the get-go, I wanted him to feel wanted and loved.
As the days went by, I found out that he did not like camouflage uniforms. I took the dogs everywhere with me. We went on base and Tank saw the Security Policeman at the gate. He immediately went into a frenzy. I gathered that whoever had abused him worn a type of uniform; some sort of camouflage. He definitely was more at ease with women than men.
|Girl and Dog Collage |
I saw that Tank’s rear end wasn’t functioning the way it should. It was wobbly. I took him to a local surgical and rehabilitation clinic for dogs. I found out he had 2 bad hips and knees. The surgeon told me he wasn’t really sure where to start with him. He didn’t want to open up a “can of worms” as he put it.
Tank’s muscles were atrophied so he started on water therapy to help build his muscles. He absolutely LOVED being in the water tank. He was sweet on the female technicians as he received treats! His favorite was Lisa! She stretched him out after AND he got a massage! When I would walk out of the room, he immediately went into barking mode. He wouldn’t stop until I came back. I felt like I was his security blanket.
|Blanket for Pets |
|Bon Appetite Dog Collar|
Tank did not like the other dogs playing rough house. He immediately would run up; bark and try to break it up. He did not like any type of conflict. I wasn’t sure how old Tank was. According to the vet, he was probably 7 or 8. It was walk time and out we went for a stroll. Thumper went along too. He is a free-spirit and passed some of that onto Tank. For the first time since I adopted Tank, (about 8 months), he actually ran with Thumper on the wooded trail. He started sniffing and whizzing on everything. He had morphed from a closed silk pod into a wondrous butterfly! He would jump up on the bed with us as well. Something he used to absolutely refuse to do. We were quite the pack; Thumper, Angus, Raina, and Tank = TART!
After Angus had passed, Tank wasn’t the same. I knew he missed Angus. He used to bark for Angus for me to let him back inside. That wasn’t all. His hips were worsening. I was having a hard time controlling his pain; even with fentanyl patches. I made that hard decision to let him go. We were only together for 14 months but in that time, he made a complete turn-around. He went from being a broken soul to a free bird; a light-hearted, happy-go-lucky boy! That was what got me through his loss and the grief. Knowing he knew he was loved and he felt secure with us.
My vet once again came to our home and helped him pass over to the Rainbow Bridge. I know they all are waiting for me. One day, we will be together again!