When I loaded DeDe up at the trash dump and brought her home several years ago, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I didn’t know there would be so many health concerns. Or so many vet consults.
Or that I would feel so much frustration with veterinarians.
Almost immediately, DeDe began licking her legs obsessively.
I took her to two different vet offices, and the staff of both offices told me she was stressed and not getting enough exercise/stimulation. And yet, no matter what I did, she continued to lick.
I felt an incredible amount of guilt for not being able to give her what she needed, and I wondered if she wouldn’t have been better off if I’d just left her where she was.
In desperation, I agreed to give her an anti-depressant. And DeDe continued to lick, just a little more slowly now.
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