WOW … what a difference three weeks makes. I can remember 3 weeks ago tonight, I was rushing to Advanced Critical Care to visit my brand new tripawd (who was so drugged yet she wagged her tail so she knew I was there). I was scared and nervous to see her new look and thankfully she had a bandage on her wound to ease me into it.
Flash forward three LONG weeks. Shelby and I have had so many ups and downs. The first night she was home was clearly the honeymoon period as it only went downhill from there. Our first weekend, I wanted to cry from lack of sleep and being unable to calm or soothe her (I even begged the vet to take her back till she chilled out).
We removed her pain patch and reduced her pain meds and added some doggy valium. It sort of helped. She assumed ownership of my bathroom and still hangs out in there at night but definitely lets me in there more often than not.
Nights are still hard on us. I get home from work around 5/530 and she’s happy and alert to see me. We go for a quick walk and I fix her dinner. Our new dinner routines takes about 3 rounds of negotiations before she eats it all. Basically I have to add stock or something to make it taste/look better. It’s a constant back and forth of my adding stuff to make it more palatable to her. And it’s not that she’s not hungry (she IS). She just wants chicken or turkey w/her dinner. Spoiled! Then she has a quick nap w/me on the couch (approved couch time only). Snuggles, pets, cuddles galore!!!
After I eat my dinner, take her out for a quick pee, all hell breaks loose. She pants, she paces, she stands. NO reason. This goes on for about 1/2 hour while I desperately try and ignore it as to not enable her. She hates if I am on the phone, the computer, anything that detracts from her. Her front limbs seem more stiff but that doesn’t make sense to me. Finally she puts herself to bed in the bathroom and I just have to assume (since I can’t see her) that she’s fine and not doing anything she shouldn’t be.
So three weeks down…. this mom is trying to be less anxious, less quick to pick her up and coddle her OR feed her when she goes a little bat crazy, more trying to ignore it since it’s not real pain or discomfort but rather a tactic (I hope) to get attention. I still freak out when she walks on an uneven sidewalk or does a quick hop/step to reverse course. I tend to pick her up when anyone comes w/in a foot of us. I pick her up to carry her across the street. Our new normal is definitely harder on me. I don’t regret taking her painful leg off. I just wish that I could ease up. Perhaps it’s harder on the humans. Oh to be a dog… ignorance really can be bliss. #shelbystrong