This is Spud.
Spud is a German Shepard cross Kelpie.
Spud is 1 and a half years old.
Spud is my puppy and my best friend.
Just over a year ago, for my 17th birthday, my dad, my best friend and I went to the RSPCA to adopt a puppy for my birthday. This was the day I first meet Spud, and I fell instantly in love. He was dopey and shy but so full of love with the most adorable little eyes.
When I heard his story my heart broke. He, along with his brother and sister, had been dumped on the side of a freeway in a cardboard box, left to die. I signed the adoption papers then and there, official ally making Spud my new pet. It wasn’t long before things started to go wrong though. Within a few days of starting his new *pampered* life as my pup, he had stopped eating and was throwing up Brown liquid and blood. We took him to the animal hospital right away. He was diagnosed with Parvo Disease, a disease that slowly but surely kills dogs, through dehydration and internal bleeding. We paid ridiculous amounts of money to get my puppy back to full health, with only a 4% chance of his survival. Spud stayed in the animal hospital for 8 days, on IV fluids and drips and antibiotics, strung up to machines to keep him alive. But he got through it.
Only 2 months later, Spud had stopped eating again. Once again he was rushed to the vet, to be poked and prodded to find the cause of such unfamiliar behaviour. As the vet couldn’t find anything wrong with Spud with the naked eye, he was sent in for X-rays. The next days we were told that Spud had a foreign object in his bowls, causing a block of blood flow and eventually rot in his intestines. If it had been left in him for another 24 hours, he would have been dead.
My puppy is a survivor and he is my best friend. I would be so lost without him, and I know I can get through anything with him next to me, just as I’ll help him through anything.
Spuddy wuddy, I love you my little boy <3