I’m on the lam! I’m hiding! I ran away and nobody will ever find me!
And I took this with me!
That’s Fast Eddie. He came into our shelter and his owner never showed up to claim him. I made The World’s Biggest Mistake and posted a photo of him on Facebook, and my friend Shannon screamed dibs. DAMMIT! How on earth did I forget to call dibs?
I had to bring him home to hold onto for a few hours before meeting his transport to Seattle…just enough time to fall further in love.
STOP BEING SO EFFIN’ CUTE EDDIE!!
I have always had a secret hankering for a Cavalier puppy. I mean, I know they don’t in any way resemble my usual dog aesthetics…
Well, it’s not like a Cav puppy would fit in with my gang anyway.
Why are you so bloody adorable Eddie?!?!
Mmmm… I had your heart, and I eated it.
Seriously, how many times do you find a purebred Cavalier PUPPY in a shelter? In your own shelter? Where you could have dibs, if only you’d remembered to call it? AAAAAAGHHHH!
*sigh* I couldn’t have another dog anyway. I have too many, and they’re all falling apart. The real reason I’m on the lam is because I’m afraid someone is going to call the SPCA on me. Shall we recap this year’s list of injuries?
- Piper tried to commit suicide by cutting open an artery in her tongue.
- Someone (Spring?) tried to have Dexter ribs for dinner.
- Spring lamed herself.
- Dexter broke his toe.
- Tweed had a second round of prolotherapy on his foot.
- Wootie developed a spontaneous, repeating hole in his shoulder.
- Piper developed the mother of all hot spots.
- Last week Dexter ripped one of his dewclaws off.
- Now Tweed is crumbling in his old age. Booo!
Nine months, nine injuries. Surely someone is going to start thinking I’m slowly trying to kill off my dogs!
It’s been two weeks since Tweed’s splint came off and he’s 100%, absolutely, no better. We went back to see the vet again yesterday as Tweed has been tri-podding for two solid weeks. Ultimately, Tweed’s never going to get better, is the answer I was NOT hoping to hear. Whatever he did to his carpal joint included tearing or damaging all the ligaments around it, and those f*ckers don’t heal.
Our choices right now are to manage the pain and limp for the rest of his life with the help of an orthotic brace for his carpal joint, or a very intensive and expensive surgery to fuse the wrist together. He won’t be able to bend it, but it won’t hurt him anymore.
I admit, I am torn. I don’t know what option is best. On the one hand, a brace is a much less expensive option; an ‘off the rack’ open foot splint is about $100. It would stabilize the carpal joint, so it won’t hurt him when he’s running around like an idiot (an activity he likes more and more, the older he gets). That’s assuming it works as advertised. A custom-made splint would probably be more successful at being a perfect fit, thereby functioning more successfully, but it would cost closer to $1000.00, and would never actually heal him up, just manage the problem (but also the pain, since it’s mainly using the leg that is painful for him).
Surgery to fuse the joint would, assuming all goes well, be the most successful choice as it would limit the pain in his leg permanently. At $3500.00, this is a bit daunting…but I’d find the money somewhere if I was confident this was the best choice for him. However, as my vet pointed out – Tweed is going on 13 years old. This is a major surgery. And how many more years does Tweed have to run around like an idiot anyway? (*hands over ears* LALALALALALALALA). And he’s right … to put an old dog through that kind of surgery might not be the best choice. How many painful procedures to his feet and legs can I do to him?
On the other hand, how can I not do everything in my power to make sure he lives out the rest of his life pain-free?
And the more pressing question … how do I get Dexter to stop photobombing Tweed?
But seriously…what would you do? Keeping in mind that $3500 is going to take you some time to scrape together, so you have time to really think it through.
Right now my plan is to buy the off the rack splint and see it he adapts to it, and how much of a difference it makes to his daily pain levels and exercise. He still REALLY wants to run around and play, and he does it on three legs if he has to. I find this encouraging. If he were Dexter, I would expect him to run through the pain, but being Tweed, I expect him to complain loudly and pout if he is really suffering. If he’s still running around, I have to believe the pain is manageable. If a splint can keep him mainly pain-free, it might save him from undergoing yet another invasive surgery.
But I’m always open to hearing some other arguments for doing things differently, so feel free to share.
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