15 years ago my parents brought home a beautiful, wiggly happy puppy. Left to die in a forest, a kind hiker picked her up and took her to Safeway — a stop to get lunch on the way to the Humane Society. Small and helpless, my parents brought Sandy home for my brother’s birthday. She was weak, and scared. She cried for her mother. My brother, our friends and I took care of Sandy that day. She grew up to be the best dog ever.
However, Sandy had a hip problem. It was very bad. Sometimes she couldn’t walk. Sandy has hip dysplasia. She’s had it for more than half her life. Some days are good, others are worse. Sandy struggles through, periodically we have to carry her, but most days she does things on her own. We do whatever we can to make her comfortable.