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Maverick Spaz

posted Jan 22, 2016, 1:46 PM by Christa McElroy
Kim Lowandes' Maverick Spaz:

In 2000, I adopted a tri-color collie named Mustang. He was found with a bullet in his shoulder, wandering on the western side of the state of Michigan with his litter brother, Colt. They were approximately 1.5 years old and were being fostered in Fenton. After seeing Mustang at an adoption event in Westland, my mother and I knew that he was “The One.”

He had such expressive eyes. We adopted this poor, skittish, scrawny collie and re-named him Maverick because that was the name that would come out of our mouths….not Mustang. He sprinted and bucked around the yard and house like he was a wild mustang! He weighed 65 pounds and didn’t have the typical collie hair because when they found him, he was so matted.

Eventually, he became very attached to us and the house, no longer fearing running water, loud noises, or other people. He gained weight and because he was the larger breed collie, weighed just over 100 pounds. His nickname became “Crazy Psycho Dog” because he would pull me around the house trying to get the scrunchie out of my ponytail! I also called him Spaz because of his crazy, fun, colorful personality. He was my baby. I loved him so very much.

He was with me when I was bedridden for one year because of back surgery. He always knew when I was in pain because he would lay down beside me and comfort me. He also was with me when I went through my 3.5 year cancer battle. I almost died four times, and each time he was right there with me glued to my side. He was my motivation for making it through my battle and for getting up every day. Without him, I don’t know where I’d be today.

I had to put him to sleep in September, 2009; he was 12 years old. This was the most heart-wrenching decision I’ve ever had to make. His hip dysplasia became so bad that he could no longer ambulate and the vet could not do anything else for him. Any surgery would have just prolonged the inevitable and he still would have had pain. I believe that in the end, despite his pain, he still carried on for me. I miss him terribly every day. I’ve had collies before, but Spaz was my special buddy. I just know that he is up there doing what he hadn’t been able to do for a long time…..running around, bucking, sprinting, jumping over everything……and this makes me smile.