Theme was from the movie Hocus Pocus. My 3 daughters were the 3 Sanderson sisters. Chelsea’s fiancé Eric was billy the zombie. And jeremy, malls boyfriend played the devil.
This three legged dog is something else! I have never seen a dog who shows human emotions as well as this one does. He is Katie’s puppy from her one litter of pups she had before we got her fixed.
When he was about 7 months old he got hit by a car. I had let katie and her 2 puppies out to go pee and katie led them right across the street. Well her and tubby made it across, and little lick did not.
A guy brought him to our door telling me how sorry he was and that he ran right in front of him and he couldn’t stop in Time.
Well we were bad junkies back then and couldn’t take care of ourselves let alone dogs really. But I have always loved animals more than most human beings and so even though we had no money to take him to a vet we didn’t have him put down.
And I cared for him the best way I could back then. We gave him pain reliever and kept him on a towel that was like a diaper since he couldn’t go outside on his own.
He slept in my arms every night like a baby and I prayed that he would get better with what we were doing for him. And slowly he did finally get better.
And it was not long before he was up and running around again. But he was dragging that paw and had no feeling in it. You could tell it was not causing him pain, but the problem was, that eventually, he would drag it down to the bone if it kept up.
So to make a long story shorter, I went to prison for 9 months and Justin was a hot mess still while I was gone.
So my mother took Katie and her 2 puppies to her home to care for them until I got out. She took him to the vet and got his leg removed and he got fixed at same time.
So everything was done at once. He went home and recovered completely and it wasn’t long before he was outrunning all the other dogs who had 4 legs.
My mother fell in love with him after the surgery and while I was gone. So when I got out of prison I only had one dog, Katie. Tubby her other puppy passed away shortly after mom got all 3 dogs. Lick became my mothers dog and katie of course came right back to being my baby once I got out.
Little lick had not forgotten me though. It took him a little longer to recognize me than katie when I first walked in the door after 9 months, but he eventually figured it out and was once again my little baby laying right in my arms again.
So for years my mother has had him and he has lived a very good spoiled life. Until about 2 1/2 years ago when me and Justin were living in Richmond and I was still relearning to walk myself from being paralyzed from the waist down.
She came and asked me if I would take him. She knew I was the only person who would be able to take him in. He definitely has had his issues throughout the years and from what he has been through.
He either had to stay with mom, get put down or come live with me katie and Justin again.
She would have never had him put down, but she had ended up with about 4-5 dogs living at her house thanks to me or one of my kids. And they had begun to run around like a wild pack of dogs when all together.
And they were feeding off each other, getting more brave as they went. And so while none of the dogs were large really “chihuahuas and poodle sizes” they would go after something and you definitely knew they were coming!
You might get little lick come out of nowhere and bite an ankle, or jump in with the other dogs in a fight.
Little lick was not a fair fighter and had no problems with jumping in and helping out 2 on one!
So I told my mother we would take him and try it out to see how it worked. I was still using my wheelchair at this time so I admit I had my doubts as to whether I could handle 2 dogs and everything else going on in my life.
But this is the end results of all the pain and suffering that me and the three legged dog has been through. He is our baby!
Katie was around him all through the years. Since my mom had kept katie for me when I was gone to prison, plus she ended up with her after they took me to St Vincent hospital.
So they were never apart all that long through the years. And now katie and lick are as close as any 2 dogs can be.
And I literally feel for these 2 dogs as if they were my kids. Katie has been there with me through everything from withdrawals to me getting paralyzed.
She slept right in my hospital bed when I first got home. It is amazing how much love an animal can have for their owner and vice versa.
So now we have 2 living in my trailer who are disabled, me and my dog. He definitely took to his disability way better than I did at first.
But one thing I did learn from him is that you have to get up and just do it. You can’t lay around feeling sorry for yourself. If you did that then you may never get back up.
Dogs do not sit around and gripe about what happened to them. They don’t sit around and expect you to feel sorry for them.
They just get back up and do what they can do to the best of their ability. And that is why I am walking again today.
Had I decided to just lay around feeling sorry for myself and letting others do everything for me, then those muscles that were already almost non existent, probably would have went on to actually being non existent.
So I hope that perhaps this true story of 2 junkies and their disabled dog will help someone out there to see the way. And see that anything is possible in life. If you just believe.
I have been off the needle for over 3 years now and Justin is on soboxone and that is amazing considering what a terrible junky he was back in the day.
We have many problems and many issues still, but I would have never dreamed that we would all be back together all these years later.
From Justin going to prison for 4 years, me getting paralyzed from using needles, Little lick losing his leg, and poor Katie getting thrown back and forth from place to place.
Yet here we are!
I was paralyzed a little over 5 years ago from the waist down. This happened to me because I was a heroin addict. I started on regular pain pills and gradually went to roxycodone. When the governmment started cracking down on controlled substances I then moved onto becoming a heroin addict because of how much cheaper and how much easier it was to acquire.
It was an airborn infection from the needle I used that got me. It is like a 1 in a million chances of this happening. Pretty crazy odds I know, but it happened to me. My body did not fight off what it was supposed to fight off while I was injecting myself. So this infection started taking over my entire body. It eventually lodged itself into my spinal cord. I woke up one day and could not move my legs.
Right after I got out of my spinal cord surgery which left me paralyzed from the waist down.
I was then taken to St Vincent Hospital in Indianapolis where they performed emergency spinal cord surgery on me. Which left me paralyzed from the waist down. I was very lucky to have not lost my life actually. If the infection had reached my heart there would have been nothing they could have done for me. My Dr’s did not actually say that I would never walk again, but they told me and my family not to get our hopes up. They told us this because of the amount of infection they had to remove from my spinal cord.
Me in my wheelchair at my youngest daughters high school graduation above.
I am not only walking again, I am walking unassisted. I do not have to even use a cane to walk. (Though it does help me walk better and not look like a drunk at times) I have also been off of the needle for over 3 years. I have no desire these days to use opiates. Even though I am now in way more pain than I ever was before this happened to me. I have been slowly trying to change my life around. It is very hard to change who you are after you have been that person for longer than you can remember.
But it is possible! And it will not happen overnight. And you are not going to become a perfect person. You will still make mistakes. But you have to learn to forgive yourself for these mistakes and move on. Especially from all those mistakes and feelings of guilt from your past. If you don’t, then you will leave yourself open to being pulled right back into that old behavior and lifestyle.
I want to help others, but I don’t even pretend to act like I have all of the answers. And I am not perfect and will never be perfect. But I do know addicts and their behaviors. And I know what type of hell you live through as an addict. All the prejudisms that people have toward addicts. How they are treated by society. The government wants to treat addicts like they are criminals and punish them if they cannot control themselves with their drug of choice.
Well addiction is a disease. Do you get treated like a criminal for being a diabetic? Do you have to go live in a cage with murderers, child molesters, and other criminal types for not controlling your diabetes?
So forgive me for not feeling as though this is the answer or the way to help the problems this country is facing concerning addiction. Check out Netherlands Free Trade they have going on. And what type of results they have had from doing this.
I will post next time all about what it is for anyone who does not know what I am talking about or cannot find it.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton