Beside Myself With Worry
I think I broke my best buddy last night. He was laying down next to me and I caught his hind quarter when I put the footrest down on the recliner. He yelped a little and then got up and started limping. Limping turned into full-out-I’m-not-even-going-to-put-that-left-back-leg-down-on-the-ground. He just did a little three-legged hop around the house before bed last night.
This morning he didn’t even get up when I came down. And then I couldn’t get him to go outside to go potty. And he feels extra warm to the touch. I finally managed to get him outside a little bit ago. I had to help him get back up the outdoor steps. He just looked at me with those big chocolate eyes and I knew he was asking for help.
I’m taking him into the vet in an hour. It was the soonest they could get him in. I had to reschedule my appointment with my surgeon in order to get him in.
I told them it was a family emergency.
And it really feels like it is.
I hope my bestest buddy is okay.
UPDATE: It’s not good, friends. I am so, so sad. Buster has the equivalent of a completely blown ACL. In other words, he ripped the tendon that holds his knee in place. He is on an anti-inflamatory for the swelling and a narcotic for the pain. We have some big decisions to make in the next couple of days. Surgery is an option, but a very expensive option. For now, the pain meds seem to have relaxed him. He’s been pretty sleepy since we got home from the vet.