Otto

My dog's name is Otto. He is a five year old, male German Shepherd. He is such a special dog. About three years ago, he was hit by a lady who was speeding in the Broadmoor area. It was such a devastating incident. His leg was broken in two different places and my husband and I had to rush him to the vet. He had surgery and had to stay at the vet for about a month. The vet placed two pins in his leg to hold it in place. He was required to be under strict surveillance because he could not put any weight on that leg. Although the vet put a cast on his leg, Otto was put in a cage where he spent most of his day. As harsh as this might sound, it was the best thing for him. It was too dangerous to let him go outside and allow him to run after squirrels. It was really hard on us because every time we would visit him, he would look at us in such despair. Then, when he would see us leave, we could hear him cry all the way in the reception area. I must admit that I only went to visit him a couple of times because I could not handle hearing him cry like that. Ever since then, he has had a tough time with his hips and leg. The vet said that he has arthritis on his front leg, which makes it hard for him to be outside in the winter. This situation makes me uncomfortable because I know that we will probably have to put him down eventually. There are times when he plays a lot and then limps the next day. It breaks my heart to see that he has a hard time to even get up. He has been, by far, the best pet that we have ever owned. I really don't think that we will ever be able to have another dog like him.