|Birth: ||Aug. 9, 1997|
|Death: ||Sep. 4, 2004|
Jago's "Justice" of Creekview
I was looking for a protection dog since I was single and had just lost Sassie a few months prior. Justice was my first German Shepherd Dog.
I had went down to talk with a gentleman and trainer in Oklahoma about getting a dog and I guess I passed the first test because they took me to the area where the dogs were kept. They had 3 they showed me and was leaning toward one of them strongly, but I kept going back to this one. He was the biggest, wildest boy, jumping on me, paws and tongue going everywhere, and pulling me all around. But, It was instant love...I was lost and he owned my heart from the very first lick.
I drove to Oklahoma every week for 6 weeks to train with my dog. I was somewhat nervous at first, because he was so full of energy, but soon we began working well together. The trainer would tell me Justice always knew when I was coming because his attention would be on the road instead of one of their sessions.
The day comes when I get to bring him home. Justice had never been in town and was an un-neutered male. We began our own training of noises, going to the parks, downtown so he could get use to cars passing by, surface training, different scents/smells, climbed through tunnels, and much more. I worked very hard to socialize him and he did pretty good, but it was a sure thing he was a one person dog. We bonded over bruised knees and knuckles, tired, sore muscles, fingers raw from leashes on cold days, and mud covered everything.
I had always wanted to get that perfect picture. My best friend and her German Shepherd went out with us one day and after a year of taking pictures it happens. When we finally found the perfect tree in the park it was winter, snowing, the wind was blowing fiercely and we were freezing, but determined to get the picture. Right before I expected the Saint Bernard's to rescue us the boys got it perfect!
There are so many happy memories I have of my time with Justice, which unfortunately, was to short.
Late one summer afternoon I needed help with getting Justice into my SUV as he did not have the strength to climb in. He had been sick a few days and the vet had run some tests, but he needed to go back for a bone marrow check. We unloaded him at the vet's office and I was shocked at how hot and distended his abdomen was which indicatd to me that he was bleeding internally. The vet had done some rsearch the night before and decided Justice could not tolerate a bone marrow and decided to do another x-ray and tap his belly for fluid. When Dr. B inserted the needle and it immediately filled with bright red blood I knew there was probably no hope of him surviving whatever was happening to him.
My friend said she could see the pain and fear in my eyes as I asked Dr. B what that meant, although I already knew. He stated most likely a saroma in his spleen has ruptured. I asked if there was anything I could do to save him, and he said, we could rush him to Kansas City as an emergency but there was no guarantee he would make it there.
The money his treatment would cost was not an issue for me, and if money could have saved him I would have paid any amount. As I struggle with the choice of trying to treat him or letting him go to a peaceful place with no more pain my friend told me she would support me in which ever decision I made and if an emergency trip to K.C. was it then she was with me.
But Justice was hurting and I couldn't allow him to hurt for my own selfishness. I made the call to Springfield to the Pet Memorial Gardens to arrange to bring him up there that night.
As the tears flowed Justice was loaded back into the SUV for a short time so to reduce his stress level. Dr. B agreed to come out to the SUV to administer the medication that would relieve his suffering. As I sat with Justice, his head in my lap he seemed to be barely breathing so we decided not to use the muzzle that was offered. But, Justice had one last duty to perform for his mom and as Dr. B reached into the back of my SUV toward me holding his head, he bared his teeth and lunged toward this threat to his person. Dr. B backed out in time and it was decided he would be given a tranquilizer to relax him before the main injection, and then he peacefully crossed over the Rainbow Bridge.
True to his nature he tried to protect me, literally with his last breath.
♥ I love you Justice...No girl could have a better friend than you were to me. ♥
FOREVER IN MY HEART
Friends of the Family Pet Memorial Gardens
Created by: Elizabeth Clark
Record added: Nov 13, 2010
Find A Grave Memorial# 61563128