Quincys Story

Quincy was a proud Newfoundland dog, born 2001. He sadly died 22nd October 2013 at 1.35pm.

My name is Vikram Jashapara and I was the lucky owner of this wonderful amazing dog. I believe that every decent person has their own little Quincy who they love as much as I loved mine. To me, he is the inspiration behind everything I do.

Because of Quincy, I have ended up helping thousands of dogs through the canine rehabilitation centre that was originally built out of love; the unique ‘Spero’ and the ‘GenX’ harnesses, which were originally invented to help in aiding him; and soon, the animal hospitals that will be built.

At six months of age, Quincy was diagnosed with severe hip dysplasia. At the age of one and a half, he suffered a cruciate ligament injury which resulted in him contracting the MRSA virus. Eventually after 6 months of being hospitalised his back right leg was amputated after the MRSA started spreading into the bone.

Fortunately at that time, I ran a successful business and had money put aside to pay for the tax bill. With all disregard to the tax bill, I used this money to build his own indoor hydrotherapy pool which later went on to benefit and treat 1000s of dogs.

As he got older and weaker, the ‘Spero’ mobility harness was invented which is now sold worldwide and then the ‘GenX’ harness – which was used more for the everyday use.

To honor Quincys memory and continue his legacy, all the income from Quincys products will be set aside to build animal hospitals firstly in the UK and then worldwide which will cater for everyone including people with no insurances.

My dogs blog and how because of him I invented a harness that helps dogs worldwide:

Hi. My name is Quincy. I am a three-legged new foundland male dog born in 2001.  My story begins when I was only 8 monthsat which stage I was diagnosed with hip dysplasia on my back left leg.

I was only around 2 years old when my owner took me to the vets for a simple Cruciate operation on my back right leg. Being a dog, we run around a lot and lots of us get this simple knee injury no matter what breed we are. This was back in 2003. The vets were very good with me and after the operation some reason the stitches didn’t seem to want to heal and worse of all – I was in a LOT of pain.

During this time, my owner took me back to the vets numerous times. I was given more tablets and injections but instead off getting better, I started to get worse. My leg was now really hurting whenever I tried to walk and due to the lack of exercise my muscles started to waste away.

Three months later, I could no longer walk. My owner was carrying me to the car and driving me to the  vets – Trust me this is not easy. The vets gave me even more tablets!!

I truly didn’t know what was going on and I felt like I was going to die. This one day and three months after the operation, my owner was sitting with me in the living room and I couldn’t even lift my head to eat. All I wanted to do was die – I was so weak. At one stage I actually closed my eyes and saw a bridge coloured in all the colours of the rainbow. It was so pretty and then – he woke me up again. Suddenly we were off again!! All I wanted to do was sleep and see that bridge again. He carried me to the car and he started to drive. All I could think was ‘oh no, not again – the vets, I just went there earlier today’.

It seemed to take so much longer this time. It was very early in the morning and finally the car stopped. Raising my head up from the back car window I could see this very big building. It had lots of lights and lots of cars parked outside. I vaguely remembered  this place from when I was 8 months old. Although it was very early in the morning, there were lots of humans in white coats walking about.

This very nice woman came and poked me a few times. I couldn’t even lick her to say thank you.  A few others came and put me on a bed with wheels and pushed me over to a room. I don’t remember much after this.

Over the next three months I was constantly high on drugs and don’t remember much of what was happening. I remember my person coming every day to see me and he would play with me until I fell asleep in his lap. I would lick the water that kept falling from his eyes sometimes while he sat with me. I remember the same word being used quite often when he would speak to the people in the white coats – MRSA. I thought maybe this was the peoples name or something.

I remember waking up one day – this was a strange day. I wasn’t on my normal medication which made me normally feel very drowsy. I actually knew what was going on.

I looked around the room and started calling for room service. I felt GREAT. I could not wait for my person. I wanted to chase the ball, play with my two brothers at home, lick my person and most importantly EAT.

My arms and legs were very stiff. I needed a stretch! I got up to have a stretch……………………………….Oh my GOD!!!! What the hell!!! Where’s my leg!!!! I think I passed out.

When I came around, I saw my person. I needed him so much now. He was talking to someone in a white coat and shaking their hands. He started to walk towards me. I knew I had to be brave in front of him, so I didn’t say a thing. I wagged my tail and was just so happy to see a familiar face. He hugged me and kept kissing my nose and hugging me more, and all the time I kept feeling these wet drops on my nose. Finally we went home.

Over the next few months I adapted. My two brothers were great especially my older brother (a cute little white thing, who was always normally telling me off – I think I heard my person once refer to him as a west highland terrier), even he was in fact very nice to me. He recently went away. I know he was very ill and had difficulty in breathing. I miss him very much and always wonder where he is. Somehow I always feel he is watching over me and getting under my feet, in the house, playing in the garden. Somehow, always looking over me. Weird uh? Any way I’m sure I will see him again one day, just not yet.

Six months had now passed by. I must point out that I live in place where I have over 10 acres of garden to play in. There is a lot of new people coming and going at present, people I have never seen. They seem to be building something. I don’t know what, but it has glass all round it and a big blue hole in the middle. I noticed a forest is also being built around it. I wonder what it is?

Six MORE months later, me and my person go for a walk alone in the back garden. This is strange as, normally my brothers come with me. Hmmm….. We walk towards that new building.

He opens the glass doors…Oh my GOD!!!. There’s water inside!! I want in!! Let me In! Now!!! Now!!! Now!!! Please !!! (You probably guessed – I love water)

He lets me in. I jump straight into this water filled hole. It is fan.tas.. ti.. c…. It is so warm and clean. I love it.

7 Years later.

I’m still here. I have never felt so good. I go swimming once to twice a week. I am always strapped up to some form of harness and lifted in via a hoist. I have never had any problems with my legs. I was always slightly concerned that my back leg would give in sometime especially as my good leg was amputated. This is not the case – in fact every morning, I chase rabbits off my garden with my younger brother. The way I run, most people don’t instantly realise that I’m missing a leg. (I think the swimming has something to do with this)

My person has even named the swimming place after me.

Late 2010

Okay.. I’m getting older. It happens to all of us at sometime.  Its getting harder and harder to get around by myself nowadays. I’m still swimming, but I cant do as much as I used to. I tend to be very stiff in the mornings and struggle to get up – sometimes I cant even get up by myself anymore. I pity my poor person having, to bend over all the time, and trying to lift my back up to try and get me going. Now that true love.

Early 2011

Now I know I’m getting old but this doesn’t mean I want to be treated like an invalid – I’m a Newfoundland, for goodness’ sake!  My persons been frowning a bit lately and I thought he was feeling the strain, you know, of lifting me up.  He’s also getting on a bit now, but keep this just between you and me!  But then one day he turns up with this coat thing.

“Hey Quincy!  Come on old man!  Check this out!”  He says and he’s waving this thing in front of me.

Seriously, waking people up this early!  I think and I lift my head, and then he puts this coat on me, grinning away like a Cheshire cat.

It’s like a harness that covers my whole back and it feels so comfortable.

Hum!  I think.  This is interesting, especially as I’m not being hoisted up like a baby and my person is standing up straight and not cursing like normal.  Off we go for a little walk.

Now usually, I’ll walk a few yards and I’m exhausted. Amazingly – This time, we walk further – I even want to bound ahead.  The person is not walking fast enough for me.  I turn around and give a little bark.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you boy?”  He’s still grinning away – I wag my tail.

“You like your new coat?”

Now I stop and look at him in my most serious doggy way.  He might wear a coat, but, please don’t call my special thing that’s making me strut round like a real dog again – a coat!

“OK Quincy, it’s not a coat; it’s a mobility harness!”  He tells me.

A few weeks later:

Every morning and evening, we now go for these walks.  I actually feel like I’m getting stronger. I don’t struggle so much getting up in the mornings…  I’m getting to explore my land. I actually don’t feel stiff in the mornings any more like before.

I am even looking forward to my walks now, because to tell you the truth, I used to be so tired everyday and all I would want to do was sleep.  I hated that horrible towel under my belly.  My brothers would be playing in the garden, dabbing each other, chasing this bird and that bird and all I used to do was watch them.

But now I can’t wait for my person to come in the mornings.  We go for these long walks and I play with my brothers.

And the best thing is, I’m not just feeling strong; I am STRONGER.  This is how I know: I’m playing with my brothers.  I EVEN rolled Bud on the ground. Okay, hes a puppy with a spinal injury, but still….

I bark! They bark and then all three of us bark together.  I’m back!!!

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Quincys Dog Harness

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