And Time Marches On!
Well, the last time I posted I think I made a promise to tend to my blogging garden a bit better than I have in the past. And what do I go and do...I have gone and done exactly what I said I wasn't going to do in the first place. Ugh!
Dear Reader, if you are indeed out there and perhaps have even found a fondness of my blabberings, and every once and a while follow along with me on this path of schizophrenia, I am sorry for my lack of 'follow through'. Please believe me when I say it was honestly unintentional neglect on my part. But neglect it was, so here is a little something that has happened in the mean time.
My little girl Molly was playing with her brother Mikey in the back yard over a month ago and I heard the most awful sound come from my poor little girl. There she was standing on three of her four legs with the left rear leg up and shaking so hard it almost knocked the wind out of me. You see, I was never blessed with human children so I'm one of those pet owners that adores my babies as if they were real babies! :-)
So anyway, took her to the vet, her knee was in bad shape...now I have no idea how that happened with her just wrestling around with her brother but after a couple of weeks on pain meds and her still not really using it or playing with her brother and acting shy and, well it's hard to explain, but you just know when something is not right. So the decision to have surgery was in place and let me tell you, it really was one of the hardest things to do. First of all because, well, I'm a horrible nervious nelly kind of mom to begin with and when it comes to those two little precious puppies, I will lose my mind when something bad happens to them. I about died when my Mikey got a bee sting...oh my gosh, you would have thought the sky was falling until I finally firgured out what had happened and went online to see what I could do before I took him to the vet.
Anyway, back on topic please! :-) So my girl goes in for surgery and when she comes home, let's just say, honestly, I can not put into words the pain in my heart when I saw that precious little dog with her oversized cone on her head and the staples in her leg and how happy she was to see me even after I had given her to those people to cut her open and grind down her bone, put pins and stictches in her knee and then staple her up. And of course along the way...well actually it was just two days that I took her back to the vet because I thought for sure I had crippled her for life! It's hard not knowing exactly what to be looking for or what to expect. All this time during her recovery I was sure that she would be lame because of some horrible thing I had let her do, or something I should have done that I hadn't.
So, long story short...oops, too late for that I'm afraid, even though I can tell she isn't putting her full weight on her leg, she is doing pretty great. You know, when you take them in there and they tell you it will be 6 to 8 weeks for recovery, well that isn't true. My vet said in all truth it will be a good 6 months to come to full recovery. I still think I may have done a few things wrong like walking her a little too much in the beginning but she seems to be doing just fine. Playing with her brother, jumping up on the couch and jumping down without any effort or pain. She favors that right leg but each day I see a little more improvment so now I've finally allowed myself to exhale and give my girl oodles of hugs and kisses for being so sweet and good and brave for all she went through.
Happy June y'all. It's been horribly hot here already. Too early of a start for summer, afraid that means we have a real cooker coming in store for us this year. Thanks for stopping by and taking a few minutes to spend with me! Hope to be talking to all of you real soon.
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