This is Joker. He was the first dog, not the last, I adopted from MidAmerica Boston Terrier Rescue. He was 5 years old when entered my home. I drove halfway through Nebraska to pick him up.
He had allergies which resulted in him getting a steroid and allergy shot monthly but all worth it.
He became my service dog after a bad car accident leading me around my home. He knew instinctively where I was going. I started out in a wheelchair and finally graduated to a cane 6 months later. He always jumped up on my right side into the recliner to hang out.
When I came home from the hospital 2 weeks later I was overjoyed to see him and vice versa. I immediately had to teach him not to jump on me because my femur was broke in 3 places. He learned the left side quickly. He went everywhere with me. We always stopped by McDonalds after the vet visit. He lived their French fries and would try to crawl over me to get to the window. He was so funny.
He played and played and loved tug of war.
He had a heart murmur later in life and started to hold water. When I came one day one leg was swelled up. I checked him thoroughly and couldn't determine the cause. I got him to the vet within 2 days and by then all his legs were swollen. They were going to drain him every month to keep him comfortable but after consulting with Jennifer with MABTR, my go to person, we agrees that it wasn't a qualify of life for him. Having to say good by after 8 years is not hard but I put my heart aside and made the right decision fr Joker at the end. He did not deserve to suffer as he gave him time and service.
He will always be in my heart. Thank you Jennifer for allowing to adopt Joker.
RIP Joker 2001 to 2014