1/5 Tommy S. 3 years ago on Google
My
name
is
Tom
Savage.
First
review
ever
(really
don't
enjoy
publically
growling,
snapping
at
peeps).
Age
around
about
11
or
12
years;
140-150
lb
Italian
Mastiff/Cane
Corso.
My
owners
are
Jeff
&
Lori
Rosen.
Everyone
luvs
my
mom.
My
Dad;
He’s
an
M.D.
and
others
have
told
me
that
he
can
be
a
real
P.I.A.
I’m
sure
they
are
probably
right
since
his
bark
hurts
my
ears
sometimes,
but
he
rescued,
rehabbed
me
–
taught
me
manners,
and
I
luv
him
deeply.
You
could
say
I’m
his
Shadow
(which
is
what
they
named
me
at
the
Philly
jail)…at
least
when
I
am
up
and
around.I
sleep
a
lot
now.
Originally,
I’m
from
a
tough
neighborhood,
bad
situation
-
a
Philly
ASPCA
somehow
pulled
me
from
a
gang
when
I
was
younger.
My
family
rescued
my
sister
a
year
or
so
before
me
(a
mastiff
like
me;
she
was
smaller,
sweeter,
and
less
rambunctious),
and
we
were
inseparable
for
a
decade
until
she
started
getting
really
bad
neck
pain
last
summer;
lots
of
doctors
visits,
tests.
She
was
crying,
yelping
a
lot.
The
house
was
filled
with
worry.
I
could
feel
it.
I
was
sniffing
and
pacing
looking
for
her,
the
whole
family
was
crying
for
days.
She
had
cancer
I
found
out,
but
not
the
kind
that
could
be
cured
from
an
operation
like
I
had
a
couple
years
ago;
mine
was
near
my
kidney
and
liver.
My
sister
and
I
(and
my
parents
prior
dog
kids)
had
always
gone
to
Oak
Tree
animal
clinic
since
we
were
puppies.
Few
docs
I
got
attached
to
and
even
let
them
rub
my
head
–
like
Dr.
Shauna;
they
all
seemed
to
leave.
I’ve
had
a
rough
time
since
my
cancer
operation
which
was
well
done
by
one
of
their
referral
surgeons
a
few
years
ago.
I
developed
something
called
GOLPP.
Basically,
my
bark
got
hoarse,
trouble
swallowing,
and
my
back
legs
got
really
weak;
something
to
do
with
nerves
and
being
old.
Lots
of
arthritis
all
over
my
body….
x
rays
look
like
I'm
25
dog
years
old.
Still,
at
times
I
can
actually
shuffle
and
hoist
my
way
into
the
car
or
truck
–
but
I
can’t
manage
to
get
out.
Those
darn
back
legs
give
out.
My
parents
bought
an
ugly
orange
dog
stretcher
on
Amazon
and
stuck
it
in
the
basement
just
in
case.
I
get
a
special
homemade
diet
that
my
mom
cooks
daily
for
me;
I
can
swallow
it
without
choking
and
need
to
eat
at
an
incline;
I
also
take
a
thyroid
pill
that
I
have
been
on
since
my
tumor
surgery.
My
Dad
&
his
peeps
get
really
angry
when
people
abandon
us
4
leggeds,
or
other
living
things;
humans
turn
us
into
pounds
or
shelters
because
we
get
too
old
or
sick
or
for
no
particular
reason.
My
Dad
never
thought
to
abandon
his
ill
Covid
patients
and
kept
his
medical
office
going
–
even
though
many
closed,
hid,
ran
out.
He
went
where
he
was
needed.
I
don’t
understand
why
this
group
of
vets
wouldn’t
refill
my
thyroid
pill
when
asked.
And
it
is
not
the
first
time
something
like
this
or
worse
has
happened.
They
refused
-
despite
us
going
to
them
exclusively,
regularly
since
I
was
a
pup.
They
refused
my
usual
refill
bottle
(well
–
they
didn’t
totally
refuse
having
conceded
to
give
me
just
enough
till
my
next
appointment
but
less
than
standard
refill
bottle).
They
insisted
that
I
go
to
the
office
even
though
I
really
can’t
anymore.
They
know
my
condition.
They
know
that
I
just
want
to
be
kept
comfortable.
Just
doesn’t
make
sense.
My
dad
even
offered
to
let
them
do
a
video
visit
or
house
call
with
me.They
may
try
to
refute
these
ruff
words,
but
we
–including
Mom
&
a
few
others
-witnessed,
heard
the
whole
thing.
U
don't
like
him-fine-
but
what
did
I
do
to
deserve
this?
My
parents
say
only
one
word
describes
this:
Abandonment.
Vets,
like
human
doctors,
should
not
abandon
their
elder
care-seeking
&
debilitated
patients.
Especially
those
who
have
been
going
there,
loyal
since
childhood/puppyhood.
There
is
always
a
creative
solution.
Doctors
should
never
do
that
to
any
elder-
infirm
canine
or
human.
He
says
something
happened
to
this
vet
group
during
the
last
decade
or
so;
Somewhere
along
the
line,
they
lost
their
humanity;
somewhere
along
the
line,
they
lost
their
soul.
8 people found this review helpful 👍