by Maria Thompson

Created on: September 03, 2008

Little Digsby came into our lives one Tuesday evening at the tender age of only 6 weeks. Her body was small but her paws were almost as big as her head. She was going to be a big dog and so she should, she was a Neapolitan Mastiff (like Fang in the Harry Potter movies). My two daughters first saw her at our local pet store where she and her 2 brothers were for sale. They fell in love with her. She was grey, her body was soft like velvet and a sad look in her eyes that seemed to say, "I just want to be loved, please take me home". I went to the pet store with my daughters and we each held little Digsby (for they had already picked out her name) and the girls fell in love with her more. I was taken with her too, but for some reason I could not explain I did not want to buy her. My heart ached as I contemplated purchasing her. It would make my girls so happy to have a puppy. Maybe it was time to have another dog in our life. But I wasn't sure; we had lost our beloved Sprite only two years previous to Cancer. All I could do was remember the hurt we all felt at the loss of her. I was a chicken I did not want to go through that again and yet here was a little thing that looked so lost and yet so much at home in my arms. So after debating for over an hour, we purchased Digsby, and took her home. She settled right in, slept through the night and brought a lot of joy to us right from the start. We took her to the vet within 48 hours of purchasing her. He said she was a beautiful puppy and couldn't find anything wrong with her, she was a little underweight for her size, but she would quickly gain weight. We showed her off to everyone we knew, she went everywhere with us even to Thanksgiving Dinner at my niece's home. We had her for a week, when she started throwing up, her stools were very loose. On Tuesday morning we took her to the vet. We explained the symptoms she was showing and a worried look came over his face. She could be suffering from one of two things, she could have eaten something outside or she could have contacted the Parvo Virus. The testing came back positive for Parvo. We had to leave our poor little Digsby at the Vet's. On Wednesday afternoon the Vet called to say that he could see some improvement in Digsby, and felt we could take her home. We took her home. She was fine for a few hours and then around midnight she started being sick again. She was so small, so young to be so sick. I spent the night with her on the sofa, she slept on my chest. My

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