So in February 2013, when walking through the neighborhood, we noticed her hind paws scraping the pavement. It was sporadic at first but became very pronounced as the weeks went by. Something seemed off so we decided to take her to the local vet. The vet recommended we take her to an orthopedic vet to have her thoroughly checked. We were able to breathe a sigh of relief when the orthopedic gave her a clean bill of health. But to be certain that he did not miss diagnose, he recommended the neurologist take a second look. In recognizing the German Shepherd in her, the neurologist ordered some blood work and informed my husband that she wanted to her for Degenerative Mylelopathy (DM). In June of 2013, the results of Bailey's DNA test came back "Affected/At Risk". The news was more than devastating to say the least. We never heard of DM. Bailey was a mutt, she was not supposed to get sick. We felt like our hearts were ripped from our chest. We were in denial as we began our journey down a unfamiliar path. We knew the outcome but we made a promise to Bailey, as long as she was in the fight we would be beside her every step of the way, we were a pack.