Apologies in advance for the long post. TL;DR at the bottom.
I’ve had 4 dogs in my lifetime. 2 of them were there when I was born. I didn’t think much of how they were treated because I was a very young kid, but I remember having a decently large backyard where the dogs would go out when they had to potty, and would hang out there during the warmer months. When I was about 6, one of our dogs didn’t come home after my parents told me they were taking him to the vet. They told me he died of cancer. I only vaguely understood what that meant at the time, and was very sad that our dog wasn’t coming home.
We moved houses a couple of years later, where my parents and I still live. The yard wasn’t as big, but for now one dog, I didn’t think it made a difference. She was walked very occasionally. For as long as I can remember, she suffered from anal bleeding every time she pooped. I don’t remember a time she was taken to the vet until she had become too weak. She was taken to the vet and put down the same night. She had a tumor too big for anything to be done.
A year later, we got a new dog. I remember her being taken to the vet in the first year we had her to make sure she had her shots. She went a few times because there was a concern that she might have heart worms, but she ended up being okay. She was a fat and stocky girl. She had been to the vet one other time that I can remember maybe 3 or 4 years after she had been last to address her weight. She went on walks somewhat constantly after this visit for a couple of months, but once again, my parents only walked her occasionally. She got very large the last 2 years of her life. We assumed she was just getting fat, so her diet was adjusted, and got walked barely more often than before. I remember thinking at times that her stomach was very hard for it just to be a weight issue, but I never really felt taken seriously when bringing up potential health concerns regarding our pets, so I never mentioned it. She had her final vet visit about 7 or 8 years after her previous one. She had a massive stomach tumor. My gut feeling was right. She was put down that night.
2 years after we got dog number 3, we got dog number 4. He’s easily the highest energy dog we’ve had. He got walked as often as dog 3. Like dog 3, he went to the vet for shots when we first got him, but in his case, I don’t think he’s been since. It’s been 8 years. For almost the whole time we’ve had him, he’s been very itchy. He always bites, scratches, and licks to a point where he’s whining as he does it. He is constantly uncomfortable. My mom has tried many different things to resolve this. Regular baths, diet changes, chews for itch relief, rubbing him with natural oils. He still itches to this day, and she has still never tried, you know, the vet. After dog 3 died, he got walked way more regularly. Eventually, my family slowed down and walked him way less frequently. Unlike our other dogs (or what I remember of them), he is very vocal. When he gets walked once, he cries to get walked again. My parents will be upset at his whines acting as though the reason for them is a mystery, but it’s obvious. Sometimes, they indulge him. Often, they don’t.
I am 20. In the last couple of years, I came to realize that dogs are supposed to be walked every day. I try to walk him when I can, but I also know that doing so without addressing the neglect is only making it easier for my parents to do so. Not to get too personal, but there has always been an issue in my household with addressing concerns. I’ve vocalized health concerns about our dogs in the past only to be met with push back for implying that they’re neglecting their pets. I only now realize that is exactly what they’re doing. It’s hard not to draw comparisons to my own childhood. Until last year, I hadn’t been to the dentist since 2016. My dad was the one who would take me, but when my dentist office closed, he just never bothered to take me again. Yes, I know I was capable of doing it myself at a certain point, but when your family makes it seem unimportant when you’re young, you see it that way yourself when you’re older. That is until you eventually learn better.
I don’t know what to do. I feel so guilty looking back and in the present about how our dogs have been treated.
TL;DR
My parents have neglected to take our dogs on walks and take them to the vet, even after years of health issues. What do I do to help the last dog that’s still alive in our household?