Post by Paul on Dec 24, 2004 8:49:48 GMT 9.5
KESSA THE TROLLEY DOG.
Keesa is one of our many animal family members. She strolled into our front garden just after Christmas in 1988. My son begged us to let him have her and after a week of hanging around she was promoted to the back garden.
Keesa was the constant companion of my son, always with him, ready to play and to protect him. They were inseparable.
After about twelve months Keesa suddenly lost the use of her back legs, the vet even after extensive tests couldn't figure out what was wrong, but after a few weeks Keesa regained the use of her legs again.
Four months passed and once again she lost the use of her back legs. The vet thought that it may be a genetic condition and said he could operate and wire the spine but could not give any guarantees that Keesa would walk again.
After the operation the vet continued alternative treatment including acupuncture but still Keesa couldn't walk. Finally we were faced with the option of putting her to sleep, but once again my son intervened and begged us not to do it.
The vet then told us about a trolley we could make. We managed to obtain the plans from a dog lover in Western Australia and another person in South Australia who had a crippled dog, made it for Keesa.
Keesa got used to her trolley very quickly, first she had light wheels to assist her, then when she became used to it, the trolley was equipped with heavy duty wheels.
My son dutifully loved and cared for her, but young sons being what they are, he met a girl in 1994 and hormones being what they are, Keesa was no longer number one. I found I was beginning to care for Keesa more and more and she was a lot of work.
I spent more and more time with Keesa, the bond between us growing stronger and stronger with each passing day. My husband, concerned for my welfare suggested putting her to sleep, but I just couldn't, she really trusted me.
I'm not sure how long she will live, but I intend to keep her going as long as she is happy. I know she loves 'Burning around' in her trolley after a thrown ball and she loves the beach where she can chase after the Seagulls.
When we go on holiday, Keesa has become quite a celebrity at the caravan park we stop at, every-one wanting to take photo's or pat the Trolley Dog.
I love that faithful old Trolley Dog.
©Rosslyn Daff. McLaren Vale, SA.
Keesa is one of our many animal family members. She strolled into our front garden just after Christmas in 1988. My son begged us to let him have her and after a week of hanging around she was promoted to the back garden.
Keesa was the constant companion of my son, always with him, ready to play and to protect him. They were inseparable.
After about twelve months Keesa suddenly lost the use of her back legs, the vet even after extensive tests couldn't figure out what was wrong, but after a few weeks Keesa regained the use of her legs again.
Four months passed and once again she lost the use of her back legs. The vet thought that it may be a genetic condition and said he could operate and wire the spine but could not give any guarantees that Keesa would walk again.
After the operation the vet continued alternative treatment including acupuncture but still Keesa couldn't walk. Finally we were faced with the option of putting her to sleep, but once again my son intervened and begged us not to do it.
The vet then told us about a trolley we could make. We managed to obtain the plans from a dog lover in Western Australia and another person in South Australia who had a crippled dog, made it for Keesa.
Keesa got used to her trolley very quickly, first she had light wheels to assist her, then when she became used to it, the trolley was equipped with heavy duty wheels.
My son dutifully loved and cared for her, but young sons being what they are, he met a girl in 1994 and hormones being what they are, Keesa was no longer number one. I found I was beginning to care for Keesa more and more and she was a lot of work.
I spent more and more time with Keesa, the bond between us growing stronger and stronger with each passing day. My husband, concerned for my welfare suggested putting her to sleep, but I just couldn't, she really trusted me.
I'm not sure how long she will live, but I intend to keep her going as long as she is happy. I know she loves 'Burning around' in her trolley after a thrown ball and she loves the beach where she can chase after the Seagulls.
When we go on holiday, Keesa has become quite a celebrity at the caravan park we stop at, every-one wanting to take photo's or pat the Trolley Dog.
I love that faithful old Trolley Dog.
©Rosslyn Daff. McLaren Vale, SA.
