a-rooooooooo!
I'm sitting with a very hurt, very sad doggie at my feet. The men and other dogs are in my dad's garage, getting assembled to go bird hunting. She can see them through the garage's picture window, and she cannot be consoled.
We knew when we came that something was up with her rear legs. We had taken her to two vets, had her thoroughly x-rayed, had blood tests for Lyme, and even had her knocked out so they could thoroughly examine the ligaments in her legs. We couldn't diagnose anything, so with the agreement of both vets, we agreed to keep her on pain meds, keep our hunting outings short and stick to flat terrain.
On our first day out she was electric with happiness... until the third walk, when she yelped, went down, and couldn't get back up. She had managed to blow *both* rear ACLs! It seems the reason she was sore was that she's been running around on partial tears for about a month and a half. But there's no fix for a partial tear, and the full tear is just a matter of time, and if it hadn't happened here, it would have happened at home... no matter how long we had her on a regimen of pain killers and restricted exercise.
So we've been carrying all 70 lbs of her up and down the stairs and supporting her hind end so she can squat with dignity. She can hobble a bit, and can even manage to go downstairs herself. She mostly balances on her front legs, and we've helped steady her as she works to discover her tipping point and revise her balance and mobility strategy.
I've got the first of two TPLO surgeries scheduled for Tuesday. We're looking at a six month recovery, a decent prognosis, and months of restricted activity. I'm not sure how the "restricted activity" is going to work. She got antsy when we replaced her daily run with a leashed walk: She came home, started pointing ladybugs on the ceiling, jumped as if to reach them, went over to a vase full of pheasant feathers, grabbed a mouthful, threw them in Steve's lap and barked obscenities at him.
I guess I can handle that part. The part that gets me at the core is hearing her cry. She knows where everyone is. She desperately wants to be there with them. She cannot be consoled. It's a doleful, soulful, full-body moan that's been going on for an hour. This too shall pass, and I know we will get through the medical stuff just fine... I just wish I knew how to fix a dog's broken heart. :o(
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