on 1/11/17, Tulla and I were taking our walk thru the small cemetery across the street when out of nowhere came two Akeitas. One grabbed Tulla and proceeded to shake her and throw her to the ground. I ran over and punched the Akeita and threw myself over Tulla to protect her from further damage. The Akeita then attacked me biting my hands. He left us alone and bloody. I ran through the cemetery with Tulla screaming for help. A neighbor saw us and took us right to the vet. Tulla made it through but had such bad skin damage they couldn't address her dislocated front shoulder that wouldn't stay in place. For a month I brought her in for wet dressing changes and her skin healed great. Surgery was booked for her shoulder, pins and a plate would hold it in place but no guarantees, she was in a body cast for 2 weeks. She was miserable. Once out of the cast she started physical therapy because she would not use the leg. I would work with her twice a day and she had p.t. Twice a week. One day we woke up to a dog in agony and we knew it had popped out of the socket. The vet confirmed it the next day and scheduled the amputation. It's been 6 days. She's in so much pain. And I'm living a nightmare, I keep thinking this is just a bad dream. She is my sisters dog, we live together. I am home all day alone with Tulla and remain positive and upbeat for my baby girl. I cry at night when I'm alone. How could this have happened I keep asking myself?