Sunday, May 12, 2013

Bad Blogger... Good Excuse

I am a bad blogger! I haven't posted anything about the progress Brantley has made... Which he's made a ton. News! I have tomorrow off from work (which is very well needed) and it will be Brantley's first ride. I am ecstatic! Then home Thursday! I can't wait... Here's a recent video:


So, in other news. I went to give my brothers a ride to school this past Wednesday and expected my old girl to come barrel-assing into the living room. She didn't come. Instead I heard a slip, slide, and a crash. She looked at me, laying down, ears down, frustration in her eyes. My heart broke as she struggled to get her back legs up and she couldn't. I carried her outside, all 90lbs of her, and sat her on the grass. She didn't even try to stand up, she just laid there. That "look" people talk about their pets give them that they wait for, for the first time I got it. I thought about it all morning after the boys and after getting to work, my heart finally sank. I called my Dad and asked him to pick her up and bring her in for an early appointment and after a good exam, the vet (my favorite) and I had the QOL talk. That's short of quality of life. He left the room to get a steroid injection and Dad put his hand on my shoulder. I lost it. Doctor came in, gave her the injection, and we were on our way. Sent her home with some prednisone and now she can get up on her own and go out to the bathroom, but she's still not the same. For once my mother gave me complete control over the situation and after some discussion with my brothers, we made a date. It hurts and it sucks but we decided that it's better to quit while she can get up and walk without our help than have to wait until she can't walk and have to carry her into the vet's office. She deserves more than that... She's my Roo and I owe her everything.




4 Comments:

At May 13, 2013 at 3:07 PM , Anonymous Lauren @ She Moved To Texas said...

So sorry to hear about your pup. That is always tough, but you are doing the best for her. :(

 
At May 13, 2013 at 9:30 PM , Blogger Lauren said...

Oh Maddy, I read the beginning of this post (and rewatched Brantley's video) so psyched to see all the progress Brantley has made. But now my heart is breaking for you and the difficult decision you've had to make with your dog :( I would never be able to live a life without my animals, but it is such a hard thing for us to live with: to allow these animals into our hearts knowing they will love us unconditionally and always leave us too soon. I'm sorry.

 
At May 13, 2013 at 10:13 PM , Blogger Madeline C. said...

That's what I explained to my family. We'll both be happier that way if she can walk herself into the exam room. :) I love her too much to ask for more than she's already given me.

 
At May 13, 2013 at 10:15 PM , Blogger Madeline C. said...

It wasn't as difficult as I thought it was going to be only because I know it's the best decision. Chevy's got some big paws to fill, Brantley too. He's doing so well and I can't wait for him to come home. Ben has done such an amazing job with him, I couldn't ask for more.

 

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Bad Blogger... Good Excuse

I am a bad blogger! I haven't posted anything about the progress Brantley has made... Which he's made a ton. News! I have tomorrow off from work (which is very well needed) and it will be Brantley's first ride. I am ecstatic! Then home Thursday! I can't wait... Here's a recent video:

BRANTLEY'S 1ST MOUNT

So, in other news. I went to give my brothers a ride to school this past Wednesday and expected my old girl to come barrel-assing into the living room. She didn't come. Instead I heard a slip, slide, and a crash. She looked at me, laying down, ears down, frustration in her eyes. My heart broke as she struggled to get her back legs up and she couldn't. I carried her outside, all 90lbs of her, and sat her on the grass. She didn't even try to stand up, she just laid there. That "look" people talk about their pets give them that they wait for, for the first time I got it. I thought about it all morning after the boys and after getting to work, my heart finally sank. I called my Dad and asked him to pick her up and bring her in for an early appointment and after a good exam, the vet (my favorite) and I had the QOL talk. That's short of quality of life. He left the room to get a steroid injection and Dad put his hand on my shoulder. I lost it. Doctor came in, gave her the injection, and we were on our way. Sent her home with some prednisone and now she can get up on her own and go out to the bathroom, but she's still not the same. For once my mother gave me complete control over the situation and after some discussion with my brothers, we made a date. It hurts and it sucks but we decided that it's better to quit while she can get up and walk without our help than have to wait until she can't walk and have to carry her into the vet's office. She deserves more than that... She's my Roo and I owe her everything.