Now what?

Follow-up visit at the vets today and the diagnosis after the x-rays are…

No chipped bone or fracture at all. As we’ve learnt, the torn ligaments happened over time.  Though not completely gone, there’s nothing left to hold the femur and tibia in place. They are misaligned which explains why I’ve been hobbling. But now and then when they click back into place, I am walking fine.  If nothing is done, scar tissue will grow and that will help to hold the bones in place but in the long-term, arthritis will develop.

When it happens to big dogs, they must have surgery. Little dogs like me can get away with it – if we choose not to do anything. It looks like Mum’s decided it’s best for me to have surgery … WAAAAH!

Looking into going to the Royal Vet College Hospital in January to repair my CCL.

My lovely sister, Missy Darcy came along for “support”. Really? While in the waiting room, she kept running into the vet’s surgery whenever one of the dogs came out. Never has there been a dog so keen to see the vet. Well, we all know why. She goes inside and immediately sits on the weighing machine expecting a treat.Thankfully she’s weighing in at 9.65kg. Or she would be denied of any treats!!!!

May’s comment: There’s always one in the family. Sigh! George may be the cutest little black rescue dog ever and a real tough cookie. He comes “deformed” in a few ways. He is bow-legged in the front which could lead to some other form of ailment later in life.  He has a loose rib. He has warts that keeps appearing all over his body. He recently had conjunctivitis because whoever was taking care of him did not clean his eyes. His tear-ducts like most small dogs are not fully developed so he tears up and had gung in his eyes. His teeth have been bad due to his horrible diet early on in life and the bad breath to go with it. They’re better now after having to pull out eight teeth in total and eating raw. And now this.

But funny this worrying thing – it awakens your heart more. It breaks my heart to see him hobbling around. Never a complain, and a tough cookie, I’ve seen how in the past week, he has changed somewhat. He’s a lot quieter though he never stopped playing even though it’s a lot tougher to run around carry big toys in his mouth on three legs – the balancing is a bit off. He never complains, his enthusiasm for life has not changed and he is still a charmer. Not sure how he will manage to do his begging trick after his op.

But now I feel justified for keeping George on the leash. His recent escapades and his lack of anger management almost saw his early demise. Now we have a very legit reason to be on leash.

And we can’t wait to move to our group floor flat!!! No need to do stairs for the both of us! LOL!