Thursday, August 12, 2010
Rest'INg Peace(fully) Annie
Then Tuesday she quit walking all together. Laying on her side, whimpering, it was obvious her leg was sore.
It was only ten months ago that you, my readers, raised almost $1500 for her surgery. Surgery that saved her life and gave her back use of that leg. I watched in horror as my son's dog, my dog, and really YOUR dog lay in obvious pain from a blown out leg again.
I made another quick appointment with the Vet. We sat the kids down and explained the reality. This was probably "IT".
We will not do the surgery again. First, It's not fair to Annie, an enthusiastic Jack Russell to require her to be crated 23.5 hours a day for three months for a repair that doesn't last a year. Secondly, it is simply too much money.
As I held the dog in one arm and hugged him with the other I whispered in his ear the only words of comfort I could manage "She knows how much you love her Eric and that counts alot to a dog".
I loaded Annie into the truck for her final ride and we headed to the Vet. Shel met me there, skipping out from work, knowing I would not survive this alone.
The vet on duty is a fellow hockey mom, and she met my stricken look with kind words. She knew by reading the notes that this wasn't a good thing and she could tell by my swollen eyes we already had faced that reality. As she laid Annie's file on the table several printed sheets slid out and off to the side. I glanced down at the pictures of my children and dogs. The blog story of Annie printed off by the head vet and attached to her file.
Ahhh right. I suppose they have google too.
She probed and palpitated and we waited for the grim news we were sure was coming.
Except it didn't.
She thinks with lots of rest there is a CHANCE, however small, that the injury might heal. She thinks that possibly the surgery repair is torn, but not completely ripped.