SirDrakeOfTheCreek
Posted : 7/14/2008 10:08:09 AM
Bonita, please accept my sympathy for your loss. As someone who has been through a very similar situation with my ex-MIL's Lab/Rottweiler-X that turned extraordinarily and unpredictably aggressive at the age of 2 1/2, I understand where you are coming from. We had tons of tests done on her and all came back clean. She simply was NOT aware of what she was doing and afterward was confused and disoriented. She attacked the other dogs most often and would not stop. When she would finally let go (No attempt at forcing her to was successful) she would collapse in exhaustion and confusion. We started to place her in a kennel when we could not be with her and limited her exposure to the other dogs except on lead. Her aggressive behavior was decidedly seizure-like, yet we were repeatedly told there was nothing wrong with her. At this point I was the ONLY one who would handle her, and I was constantly asking my then MIL to let her go. I couldn't stand the confusion on her face when she could feel the horror pumping off her loved ones after she had attacked another dog, a chair, anything. Again....VERY seizure-like. She couldn't understand, and after an attack would then try to clean the wounds on the dog that she had created. The dogs seemed to understand that she did not mean it, and before we removed her from them except on lead would allow her to clean those wounds until we took her away so we could take the injured dog to the Vet.
On the 4th of July 1997 we had her in the house and all company and other dogs were outside. She was in the kitchen where no one could accidentally get to her and I sat on the steps to be sure no one snuck in. There were no children at the party, all children had been asked to stay home as a precautionary measure requested by me. MIL wanted to keep trying, I should have told her no long before, but I didn't and I take responsibility for my own actions. I loved that dog with all my heart and it was a difficult decision in the most clear of circumstances.......these were not clear and we kept hoping some test would give us a diagnosis and we could save her. We loved her. She was the sweetest 90 pounds of mush you'd ever met before her "illness", and even during in between "episodes". Anyway, MIL asked me to go in the house and get the tongs for the corn on the cob. I went in the kitchen, said hello to Angel, who was wagging her tail sweetly and nuzzling my hand to be pet. I pet her for a moment and she went and laid down against the wall. I was trying to reach into the cabinet above my head for the tongs..... (they were on the top shelf and I am only 5'4";) and I heard her get up. I assumed she was going to get a drink. It was a mistake we both would pay for. I knew better than to let my guard down around her as she appeared to have no clue when she was going to attack. I had one arm in the cabinet above my head and the other on the counter for balance. I was on my tippy toes, stretching, trying to reach what I couldn't see, but knew was there. Distracted. Probably should have gotten a chair. I felt a FORCE on my arm, it grabbed my arm and whipped me around. I whacked my head on the corner of the cabinet and stumbled, I was being pulled....shook. I realized quickly what was happening and knew she would not let go. I turned my body parallel to hers, used my other arm to push her to the ground and I laid on top of her while it felt like she was ripping my arm in half. I managed to get my free arm around her neck and gained control over her head. She could chew but she couldn't shake. The other dogs had never fought back with her, had just froze and whimpered while she gnawed at them, and I did the same. I stayed as still as possible and tried to croon to her that she was okay, it was alright, she had to come back. What do you say to a dog that has no idea what it's doing?? In a short time....2-3 minutes, it was over. She let go, kinda shook her head and looked at me in puzzlement. I got up quickly, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my arm. I sank to the floor and she crawled to me, on her belly, whimpering, comnfused. How my heart broke. She tried to lick my arm, laid her head in my lap and whimpered. If dogs can cry she was. I cried with her and told her she was a good girl and how much we loved her and that I would take the pain and confusion away. That I was sorry I had failed, and I had. I caused her to feel a pain she never should have because I was selfish, and because I didn't want to hurt my MIL's feelings. Because I thought one more day might bring a diagnosis.
I calmed myself, called the on call vet to have them meet me, and had my MIL come in to say goodbye. She was horrified that I had been attacked. It was not Angel's fault. Angel and I hopped in the car, took a ride to Burger King and sat in the parking lot where she enjoyed a Whopper with cheese and some fries. We then went to the Vets office where I held her in my arms telling her that she was a good girl, I loved her, it wasn't her fault, and we would be with her again before she knew it while she took her last breath. I ordered a necropsy and went to the hospital where I discovered I was VERY lucky. I got only 17 stitches, the majority of the injuries to my arm were punctures and of course most of it was left open to heal to prevent infection. There was no permanent damage. The necropsy revealed a malignant brain tumor in her frontal lobe. Nope, you just can't save them all.