Next over is Baby Rae. She's half Golden, half Lab. She's our zombie.
Baby Rae was a gift from a friend. The friend had an unplanned cross, and was selling the puppies. They came by and showed me the puppies, and of course, I had to pick up and smell them all. (Puppy breath is mahvelous - curled milk and sweetness). The runt tried to lick my face.
So they decided I needed her - when they couldn't sell her.
I really didn't need a dog, but Bandit took to her, and they played constantly. So okay.
Then she developed mange, which we cured with horse wormer.
Then one day... we were working cattle, I forget what we were doing, except that it involved both horses and cattle. In a period of about 5 minutes, Baby Rae went from fine to crippled. I thought she had been kicked by a cow. It was something that couldn't be interrupted, so about 30 minutes later, I went and checked her out.
By that time she was immobile, and whining. I examined her, thinking to find broken bones. But instead found a snake bite - two puncture wounds.
She lay around 3 days, and then wouldn't use the leg for awhile. Her right front limb withered. We expected her to die - but she didn't.
Then, the real problem started. The wound got infected - the Vets think by a fungus. That would be consistent with a coppermouth bite (water snake). Anyway, the infection isn't curable. She's been through three different antibiotic regimes, with little change. She has fistulas (infections that erupt like giant pustules). She leaks.
The leakage stinks, draws flies.
But, she now has full use of her leg - and actually is very fast, races cars down the driveway.
And she has a good quality of life.
She is the dog that refuses to die.