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Tasha ......  Tasha didn't live to see her fourth birthday.  Tasha was given no other shots and was under no medication when she received her first and only ProHeart 6 shot.  Two months to the day after receiving this shot, she collapsed, and then, after heroic attempts to make her well, she died a week later from IMHA (autoimmune disease), which is a "common side effect" of ProHeart 6, according to a vet with the FDA.    Tasha was adopted from a shelter in Georgia when she was approximately 4-6 months of age.  She literally stole my heart the minute I saw her.  She was to be a companion for Niki, my male Schipperke.  Tasha took over the household once she stepped in the door.  It was absolutely hilarious.  So what that Niki had been with me for seven years!  He couldn't get near me when she was around.  She always had to have all the attention and be the closest to me.   Early pictures of Tasha show very sad eyes.  It was obvious that her previous owner had hurt her in some way.  But she trusted me immediately and was so cute and sweet, I actually thought about naming her "Happy."  Every day I'd look into those brown eyes and tell her how beautiful she was and what pretty eyes she had.  She'd let me trim the hair around them and wouldn't even flinch.    Tasha was a curious dog.  During our 1,400-mile move from Georgia to Colorado, she didn't want to sleep.  She had to see the constantly changing scenery.   She loved Colorado.   Tasha left behind her companions Niki and then Casey, and a grieving mom.  I grew up with dogs and have never had a dog touch my heart so deeply.  Because of my love for her, I am doing whatever I can to make sure other people don't suffer through the devastation I have.

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Niki ......  Niki, my male Schipperke, shared more years of my life than anyone except my own family.  He was one funny, hyper, but very sweet dog.  Too good of a watchdog, if you know what I mean!  Nik was quite the poser for pictures.  In his later years, he'd sort of squint his eyes and grin like he was Joe Cool or something.  He could drive me absolutely nuts -- would sit in front of me and stare at me forever -- but he could absolutely melt me with how loving and sensitive he could be.  How I miss him!   My favorite memory of Nik is him sitting in my lap after Tasha died, telling him how much I loved him and kissing on him constantly.  I thought Nik would live forever.  In Schipperke years, he had about nine more to go.  At almost 11 years old, he was still hyper, extremely healthy, no arthritis or cloudiness in his eyes, as more commonly found in senior dogs, but he died less than two months after my beloved Tasha, with a form of cancer not found in his breed.  The common denominator between my two dogs?  One injection of ProHeart 6.     Email Jean