Adopted October 18, 2007
Died July 9, 2016
You canít buy love but you can rescue it.
In October 2007, we had two dogs, our Boston Terrier Packer and our Chinese Crested Yogi. We had lost our twin Bostons Pluto and Pogo within the past year. We received a call from A.D.O.P.T., the shelter from which we had adopted Packer and Yogi, telling us they had another Boston if we wanted him. Of course we did! We drove from our Egg Harbor, Wisconsin, home to our condo in Lisle, Illinois, to adopt him.
When we first saw the dog at the shelter, he was so skinny, and he looked nearly deformed with a hunched back and a gimpy leg. He had been picked up by Chicago Animal Control, and they said he had been living on the streets for about six months. Surprisingly, they did not euthanize him, as he had many health problems; instead, Chicago Animal Control gave him to A.D.O.P.T to find him a home. He only weighed 11 pounds, about half of what his normal weight should have been; both back legs had luxating patellas (bad knees) and one leg didnít even reach the ground.
Anyway, we brought the new dog home, and he and Packer, especially, became best buddies. It took us a few days to name him. He was called "Dudley" by the shelter, and we thought that was, actually, an appropriate name because he was such a dud as a Boston! But we decided to continue our Green Bay Packer theme and call him Lambeau.
The next day, we drove back to Egg Harbor, Lambeau riding in my lap the whole way. He settled into his new life instantly, finding his spot in our bed, which Packer and Yogi generously shared. Shortly after, we drove back to Illinois, and Lambeau had his remaining bad leg repaired by the veterinary orthopedic surgeon in Fox Lake, who had fixed the first one. In fact, the vet is one of the most prominent surgeons in his field and has worked on animals around the world. Therefore, Lambeau never again had any problems with his legs.
After Lambeau had been with us for about two months, he would wake up in bed disoriented and acting as if he wanted to attack something or someone. We would grab his collar and stop him, and he then would look at us as if asking, "What did I do?" After this happened a few times, we called the shelter and asked if they knew anything about this problem. They said no but put us in touch with their behaviorist, who told us that it was probably post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) from his life on the street. She suggested we call the vet that had fixed both of his legs. The doctor told us to try giving him melatonin, but that didn't help. We then contacted the vet in Sturgeon Bay that we were using at the time, and he said he would only euthanize Lambeau. Needless to say, we didn't use that vet any longer.
Not sure what to do at that point, we decided to talk to the Illinois vet about taking Lambeau's teeth out. We told him what was happening and asked his opinion. He said he had only done it once before but thought it could be a good solution. He said he would remove only the front teeth, leaving the back ones intact because the front teeth are only for catching prey and, as he said, dog food doesn't run very fast! Lambeau had the surgery; however, the vet left one tooth in the front because he was afraid he might break Lambeauís jaw if he removed it. So, for the rest of his life, Lambeau had this one tooth that always comically stuck out of his mouth. He never had trouble eating, though.
After we switched to a different vet in Door County (for all three of our dogs), he did some research and decided that Lambeau was having "aggressive seizures." He said it was a very rare disease but thought we could control it with phenobarbital. Miraculously, that worked, and by taking the medication twice a day, Lambeau never had another episode.
Lambeau was definitely high-energy. He was always running and jumping. Once he was on our deck jumping so high that he ruptured a disc in his back. Back to the vet we went and, after a few days of drugs, he was fine. Lambeau loved to sit by me, not on my lap but on the arm of my chair, of which he fell off many times. He also loved lying in front of the fireplace but, since all our dogs want that spot, he had to wait his turn. He was really quick when the pillow in front of the fire became vacant and would dash over as fast as he could to get there first!
Jeff and I have a two-year-old grandson MJ, who lives in Iowa. When he comes to visit, MJ likes the other dogs, but he especially loved Lambeau - and Lambeau loved him. They had so much fun together. Of course, MJ is too little to remember their good times together, but we have lots of photos and videos of the two to share when he gets older.
In January 2009, we were back at our condo in Lisle and saw that A.D.O.P.T. had another Boston, who we adopted and named Cagney. He had also been a stray and was thought to be an older dog. At that time, we had decided to adopt older, needier dogs and, consequently, lost many of them after only a short time with us. When we adopted Cagney, then Nitschke after Cagney died, then Leroy Butler after Nitschke died, Lambeau always made friends first. (Cagney died of Cushings; Nitschke died of Bellís Palsy; and Leroy Butler had cancer. See our other memorials on this site.)
A few weeks before we lost Lambeau, our vet had diagnosed him with a serious heart disease. We were trying some new medications but had not finalized a treatment plan yet. Then, at 3 AM the morning he died, we took our precious Lambeau to the Green Bay emergency vet clinic because he was bleeding profusely from his mouth, and our pillows were covered with blood. After assessing his condition, the vet there decided he had an autoimmune disease, which was causing the bleeding. He had no platelets at all (the vet said 30,000 is the number a dog should have), and those are for clotting.
After discussing the different treatment options for the autoimmune disease, starting with a 100% blood transfusion immediately that would, most likely, need to be repeated in three days, the vet said that she couldnít give us more than a 50/50 chance of success. She said treatment might give him a few more days, but with both the autoimmune issue and his heart problem, we felt the best thing for him was euthanasia.
As with all our dogs we have lost, we are heartbroken, but Lambeau was with us for almost nine years, and we believe we gave him a good life. We will miss him forever.