Please, don't EVER *ignore* the FurKids when they try to tell you "Sumpin's wrong" ...
My lil grey PrayerPup needs his Pet Talk Buddies to send up some really *strong*
Prayers to The Big Guy Upstairs ... we got some bad news on Wednesday that
just has no good twist to it at all. Smokey's Bum Knee has returned.
Way back when - when Cinder 'dopted him from the front porch (with a lil PT Help) -
[Jan 21, 2001 = http://petoftheday.com/talk/showthread.php?t=3850 ]
he developed a "trick knee" (Luxating Patella) in his right, hind, knee.
Doc Mike sent us to his buddy, Doc B, at the Fancee Klinik.
Doc B advised SmokeMutt "should" have the knee operated on and stabilized.
And he'd be on 'no steps & leashed WALKS only' for months while it healed.
OK ... BUTT Smokey had been introduced to Findlay Gathurins ... and missing the whole
summer of Gathurins and Swimmin seemed a cruel punishment ... can we wait till Fall?
Smokey was already on Glucosamine and Aspirin ... by fall he was NOT having much
trouble with his knee *popping out* ... Doc Mike said it might be OK to wait a while
before doing the Sir Jury - to see if the knee was actually *fixing itself*.
That was FIVE years ago ... we've gone Five Years without Smokey yelping in pain
or running up to Dad and holding out his knee for a *fix*. He RUNS like a deer!
Till Monday ...
Actually, he's had trouble for a month or more - he'd give a soft *YIPP* when he
ruff-housed with Cinder or when he had to get up quickly from behind the 'puter chair.
I'm ashamed to say I actually *scolded* him and gave him a *bopp* on the head
a few times because he startled me with his *YIPPS*.
Monday he spent too much time "layin down" and "walkin slow".
Tuesday he slept, and did everything in slow motion.
Tuesday night ...
* He didn't really want dinner - but ate when I hand fed him
* Had trouble going down the front steps
* Wouldn't jump up on the BigBed
* *Yelped* when I picked him up and put him on the BigBed
* Was sleeping on the floor by morning
Wednesday I was calling Doc B at 8:30 am ... Bring him in at 5:00 pm.
Doc B came in, watched him walk (a bit stiff-legged) and palpated his hip, knee, and leg.
"His knee's FROZEN and he's in pain! We'll take some X-rays."
Smokey walked off with the Tech and was returned with a "He was a GOOD Boy" report
in about 20 minutes. Doc B came in with two X-ray films and put them on the viewer box ...
"This doesn't look good ... see this? The center of this (right) knee is like a Black Hole.
It's one of two things -
* A joint worn out beyond surgical repair - we'll manage his pain for that
* OR
* It's a tumor - and we'll have to take his leg ...
I was crying like a baby ... and still am. HOW could I be so neglectful?
We got 30 - 75 mg Chewable RIMADYL - 1/2 pill every 12 hours, and told to
be back for another X-ray in 30 days.
By the second Pill, SmokeMutt's almost back in full stride ... he puts some weight on
the Bum Leg, and hasn't cried out in pain since he got the first pill.
He was back to *jumping* into his spot beside me on the BigBed Friday night.
So, now the neglectful FurrParent is asking one and all to PRAY for my Dear Smokey ...
Pray that we can somehow get this *fixed* so the lil Guy can once again be the
Happie Kampur that many of you have seen romping around for years.
Smokey, Cinder, and I will deeply appreciate your Prayers.
/s/ Phred
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