I have had many animals in my lifetime; dogs, cats, hamsters, and yes, even horses.
I could never imagine my life without an animal in it.
As much as they give me joy, laughter, companionship, they also give me sorrow, scare me, make me worry.
How is that?
Why is that?
Call me over sensitive, a worry wart, too emotional, a blubbering fool. ┬áWhen it comes to my pets and their health, my heart drops whenever they are ill or injured. I will do everything I can to assist them, take care of them, make them feel better. Unfortunately, that also means sometimes having to make choices that no pet parent wants to make.
There is nothing worse then having an ill or injured pet that for one, can’t tell you what’s wrong, show you exactly where it hurts, what they ate to make them sick or what they did to injure themselves.
Recently Edie started limping, ┬áI thought ok, lets look at this reasonably and calmly. We have large pine trees in out back yard and the needles that drop off them are very sharp! ┬áI’ve seen her get poked by them, causing her to do a little jump. My first plan of action was to look at her paw, check for cuts, something in her paw pads, maybe even see if they were cracked – but no – nothing. ┬áThen I felt her leg up and down, expecting to get some reaction from her, but again nothing.
When Edie would rest the limp was not noticeable, so I thought maybe it’s a strain and rest was what she needed.
We were outside enjoying our garden when Edie decided to do what I call “zoomies”, a sudden burst of energy, tail tucked in, whipping around in circles, having a good old run-a-round.
Then it happened. ┬áEdie, stopped suddenly, wouldn’t move, paw held up off the ground, my heart sank.
Within the hour we were off to see our Vet. ┬áOn our drive over the things going through my mind were numerous, second guessing myself; should I have taken her sooner, did she actually break her paw, thinking about what it would be like to care for a dog in a splint, I had other thoughts too, but I don’t want to even go there!
Thank goodness Edie is small so I could carry her into the Vet and keep her off her paw. But of course, Edie being Edie, she was still very happy to see everyone and be made a fuss over, whether she was sore or not.
It turned out after being examined, that it was not her paw that was sore or injured, but her shoulder. ┬áThe Vet figured Edie has somehow pulled her shoulder on one of her “zoomies” or chasing a squirrel, or jumping, or heaven knows what.
The worries and thoughts that went through my mind on the drive over were put at ease, Edie would not require any major assistance to heal other than some anti-inflammatories and a full week of complete rest. There would be no walks, no zoomies. ┬áBackyard visits to go potty where to be on-leash only, then after the week, slowly building up to short walks until her shoulder has healed.
For the next week or so I am Edie’s slave, carrying her up and down stairs, watching that she doesn’t jump up or down on her beloved chair, waiting patiently in the garden with her on leash while she sniffs, circles, changes her mind about that spot, sniffs again, circles again, then finally making the decision that the first spot was actually the one that was best to go potty on.
Would I have it any other way?
For what I get in return from her, it’s no sacrifice at all to wait for her to find that perfect spot to pee.