Three Legged Dogs Can Be Happy

My brother gave Sierra to my Mom in October of 1996. Sierra was a 9 week old Lab/Golden puppy. She latched on to me right from the start and we were inseparable for almost 14 years.

Sierra and I went through so much together. She was a wild, aggressive puppy who needed constant training for the first three years. That role fell to me.

When I was diagnosed with severe arthritis, Sierra was a my constant companion. It was amazing how she knew to be gentle around me and how she knew when I needed some extra loving care.

So, when Sierra was diagnosed with cancer in February of 2006, I knew that I had to do everything I could to see her through it.

In early 2005, I noticed a lump on her back right leg. I had the Vet check it out. She aspirated it and determined it was fatty tissue. Because Sierra was 8 1/2, we decided to leave the lump alone and keep an eye on it. It didn't bother Sierra at all. In fact, sometimes you'd find her resting her head on it as if that was the purpose of this thing growing on her leg.

In December of that same year, the lump was getting larger. I didn't really think much about it since the doctor had already checked it out. But I should have.

Two months later, it ruptured. That's when I learned Sierra had cancer.

Our treatment options were pretty limited. A specialist quoted $15,000 to have the lump removed. Then Sierra would have to go through chemotherapy. All in all, the treatment would be close to $25,000. Even if I could have afforded that amount, I couldn't put Sierra through it at her age. The other options were to have her leg amputation (which didn't seem right) or let her live out what life she had left.

I had been lead to believe we had several weeks if not months to make a decision. But two weeks after the lump ruptured, her regular Vet informed me that I had to make a choice quickly. She was losing too much blood and would die soon.

I restled with the decision. Sierra was still very much full of life. Still begging for food despite the fact that her leg was wrapped in bandages.

But a couple of days later when Sierra woke up and didn't want to eat, I knew I had to make a choice. My Dad and I drove to the Vets early that morning knowing Sierra might not come home.

Two days later Sierra was home, high on drugs, and missing a leg. The third day after surgery she got up to watch my Dad eat dinner. The fourth day she stood on her own and ate dinner. It looked like we were going to get through this after all.

By the time Sierra was 8, she was a pretty lazy dog. Her favorite things to do were eat, lay in her sun spot, visit with her friends, take her daily walks, and eat. After amputation, her life didn't change much. There was a four week transition period where the muscle strength in her other legs had to be built up. It was more difficult for me to keep her confined in her safe area than anything. Pain or not, she was ready to roll five days after surgery.

After that first month, we were back to our regular routine. We started doing our daily walks and I made sure she got alot of time outside.

Six months after surgery she had a set back. She developed arthritis in her the back hip on her left side. The emergency room Veterinarian told me that Sierra would have to be confined to the yard and that I shouldn't expect much out of her.

Our regular Vet had a different plan. She got Sierra started on an anti-inflammatory and then I added a supplement (Glycoflex). I had to keep her moving and so I did. Sierra was all too eager to continue taking walks and playing in the yard. She was angry at me on her bad days when I kept her inside.

But the regimen worked. For the next three years, Sierra had a very happy life. Despite being an arthritic amputee, she got to enjoy all her favorite things. She got daily massages from our elderly neighbor. She was back to stealing food from the dinner table. She couldn't wait for our monthly family birthday parties. She demanded to be taken along!

Despite the amputation and arthritis, I was able to keep Sierra active and to keep her healthy. The Vet at Sierra's continued good health considering her age and her size.

When dealing with an amputee, there are a couple of things that might make life easier for both of you.

While moving around the house might be easy, jumping in and out of the car may be difficult. A car ramp that is adjustable can be kept in the trunk of the car and pulled out when needed.

For bad days when you need to help your dog move around, use a large towel for lifting. Position the towel near the front paws on the belly. Use the ends as a handle. There are wraps with handles sewn into them for this purpose as well.

A small wooden ramp can make access in and our the house easier.

Get a comfortable bed for your dog. If you have blankets on the bed, be sure that your dog's legs don't get tangled in them. Make sure there are no ends for their paws to get caught in since their balance is different with three legs.

A heating blanket can help with some of the aches and pains that they may experience. They make heat reflecting blankets that don't use electricity.

At 13 1/2, it seemed the arthritis had finally caught up to Sierra. I made her life easier by blocking off in the living room. She had the entire room to move around in during the day and I didn't have to worry about her slipping on the linoleum. I placed throw rugs in the hall way and helped her walk to bed. I had a ramp out the back door to help her make it over the ledge of the sliding door.

Thanks to the Handicapped Pets Foundation, Sierra was awarded a donated doggie wheelchair in May 2009. It took her a week or so to adapt to walking on wheels. But when she got the hang of it, it made all the difference in the world. She had been confined to the living room for over a month. With her wheelchair she could run in the front yard and chase away the cats. I could see her brighten up each time she got to go outside and get some fresh air. Her mood definitely improved with her new found independence.

Sierra enjoyed a good life with little discomfort for more than three years after her amputation. In April of 2009, she made a small misstep stepping up on the porch. It seemed that this little mishap set off her arthritis. Her medications and supplements didn't seem to help.

It was clear that her health was declining. I did my best to make things easy for her. The doggie wheelchair got her active again. She enjoyed going out front and being able to mosey around the yard. Her 20-30 minute sessions brightened her day. For a couple of weeks she was able to live life like a normal dog again.

The day she died started quite normally. She got up eager to eat as always. We went for our jaunt outside. She stumbled coming in but I didn't take any notice of it since she got right up and wanted a treat. She was excited to see my nephew who stopped by for a visit.

Around 2 that afternoon, she acted as if she wasn't feeling well. She didn't want her spoonful of yogurt which was unusual. When our neighbor came over at 3, she didn't want to get up off her bed. They were great friends and spent an hour each day together, so this concerned me.

An hour later she began vomiting and within that hour she had passed away. She was a month shy of her 14th birthday. While it was shocking to lose her suddenly, I was happy that she went out on her own terms.

The amputation prolonged her life three and a half years. Three of those years she enjoyed to their fullest. She only struggled those last three months.

I had worried that the amputation would only make her more miserable. In reality, the only ones bothered by her missing leg was the humans around her. I know now that the amputation was a gift. Not only did it buy Sierra more time, but it inspired me to keep moving. We both had disabilities. When I saw the eagerness that she greeted each day, I knew that I had to get moving. If she could do it, so could I!

Sierra's spirit lives on through the donated wheelchair. After her death, it was donated to a dog named MJ who was hit by a car and then turned over to a shelter two weeks later. A group stepped in and adopted MJ, paying for the necessary surgeries so he would survive. The wheelchair has helped MJ regain mobility. Through hard work and therapy, MJ has regained the ability to walk. I think Sierra would have love to know her wheelchair helped another dog.

RIP Sierra 1996-2009