A Few Lessons Learned


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Nothing is ever easy with this dog, but I knew that some time ago. I just kept hoping that it would change. I’m beginning to lose hope and accept reality as best as I can though.

Back to my nightmare story…

Surgery went well for Storm. She came hopping from the back of the vet clinic and slightly wagged her tail when she saw my mom and I waiting for her. It was very real at that point as I saw the stitched up part where they amputated her back leg. My eyes became a little misty.  They said she was on some pain meds but that should last 24 hours and to call if she needed more. They gave me the option of giving them to me at that moment but I declined, I just wanted to hurry and get her safe at home.

That first night was rough. I tried sleeping on the floor next to her as my bedroom was up a flight of stairs and I knew she wouldn’t be able to make it. But like any mom, I wanted to be near her that first night. Around 3 AM I finally got up and went to my bed. I wasn’t getting any sleep on that floor (only have a love seat so not many options).  I woke up later that morning to find her in my bedroom. Actually, I’m pretty sure she woke me up… But yeah, I guess she didn’t want to be away from Mommy so she somehow made it up the flight of stairs. It warmed my heart that she wanted to be with me that badly. Yet, what the fuck was she thinking going up those stairs?!? She could have made things worse!

She learned what she could and couldn’t do pretty quickly. By the second or third day, she was getting along pretty good! Stairs are still a little difficult but I imagine she will get the hang of them soon.

Well, things were okay for a while but she started to bleed from one of the spots between staples. After a short time I decided to tell the vet and brought her over there. Sure enough, as soon as we got there it stopped bleeding and I felt (perhaps looked too) like a crazy person. I felt like when I had my lemon POS car and would bring it in because it kept stalling. They would run diagnostics on it and say it’s fine then stall on my way home.

A few hours later it started to bleed heavily again and the clinic said to bring her in. She continued to bleed and my vet decided to wrap her up to help stop the bleeding and to help contain the blood so it wouldn’t get everywhere in my house.

Four or five hours later, I noticed blood on the blanket under Storm and checked her bandages. She had bled through them. It really worried me how much blood she was losing, I didn’t feel it was normal.


I asked my friend what she thought since she works at a vet clinic and she said I should bring Storm in the next morning. I knew I couldn’t leave her to sit in the bloody bandages. I had some gauze and wrap left over from earlier so I was going to see if I could take care of her. I cut the last piece and had her stand so I could attempt to wrap her myself. Blood, I’m guessing that had been pooling due to her bandage, came out in a stream on my couch. Imagine if you took a ketchup bottle and squeezed it upside down. That is exactly what it looked like. I freaked out!! I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t have enough hands so I called my sis and told her that I needed her to come over. Thankfully, she was at my mom’s down the street and shortly she arrived.

After running in circles like a chicken with its head cut off, my sister suggested that we go to the only ER vet in town (a different vet company from where she had her leg amputation). They were sooooo nice! And they did a wonderful job with her!

She had gotten another infection. 😦 There was a certain spot that I didn’t like seeing.

They were concerned about it as well and that it might be necrosis (what happened to her foot), so she was put on antibiotics, antiflammatory, and pain pills.

I ended up talking to the surgery specialist and we put her on different antibiotics after he received information regarding a culture we decided to do. She began to thrive and her wound began looking better! We had her staples removed exactly two weeks after surgery and just the other day she took her last pill.

Along with the mental stress this whole ordeal had on me, I was physically cleaning and doing laundry every single day. She had a very high chance of getting worse so I couldn’t have her in a dirty environment. I don’t know how I got through the last few weeks. My Mom and sister are such a blessing for what they had to put up with when helping me.

Since I have been able to finally relax a little, my Lupus and Fibro has been kicked into overdrive. I have been in a lot of pain for at least a week now. Hence, why it has taken me so long to let you all know the rest of this story.

The biggest thing I learned about this event is go get a 2nd opinion!! Especially if all the people around you are telling you to! Everyone told me to, but I had faith in this one veterinarian. There were things he could have done better. I feel that he was very negligent. Even so, I am not going to seek legal action due to my own reasons. I just will make sure never to go there again…



A Nightmare

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Wow… I should have knocked on wood after I finished my last post. Storm’s leg condition spiraled downward fast and started to affect the hair/skin past her foot. Her foot became so bloody which left my house bloody. Blah!


My sister saw Storm’s condition and was going to make me bring her into the vet’s on the day I wrote my last post. She was even going to pay for the bill herself. I didn’t make an appointment at first but then decided to take her up on her offer and bring Storm in on the next day.

I brought Storm in around 2:00 and she was all smiles to the vet techs, while she had blood dripping down her foot. They took a sample from her foot wound and went to check it. My vet came back into the room and told me her foot was dead. “There is no blood flowing in her foot,” he told me making sure I understood what he meant. I had a suspicion that he would say something along those lines. I held it together while talking to him about what to do next. He mentioned the foot had to come off as it is useless and to try and stop the infection from spreading. I asked him a few more questioned and said that I needed to take the time to see if my mom would let me borrow some money. I also had to think about where I would want them to cut, at her knee or hip. It was just so much to take in…

Seeing the foot was dead, I asked if there was any reason to keep the cone still on her. He said no but to maybe wrap her foot in a sock or something to help with the blood getting everywhere at home.

As soon as I left I realized I needed someone to talk to, but it was in the middle of the day and everyone was still working. I tried calling my dad but after a miscommunication on my part he called right back. I told him Storm’s foot was dead and immediately began sobbing. I told him that I knew it was just a foot but it still had a huge impact on me. He understood and sat on the phone with me for a bit as I released all my sadness and frustration. We got off the phone and I realized my mom had just gotten off work so I called her and told her the news as well.

I came home and decided to wrap her foot so she didn’t have to wear that annoying collar anymore. I had leftover gauze and wrap from the night before when I tried wrapping it. I soon found out that I didn’t have enough of each and only half of her foot was wrapped. I quickly ran to Walmart to pick up the items and went right back home.

I opened my door and I saw blood all over the floor. Blood all over my love seat. Blood all over her foot—-no, wait. The blood was from inside her foot. She ate half of her foot.

I slowly came inside while creeping her way. She had blood smeared over the side of her face. I remember saying “no” and “Storm” over and over again. She didn’t seem fazed, she just watched me. I called my mom and with difficulty told her she needed to come over ASAP, that I needed help. My mom came inside and had a hard time with the scene as well. She told me to call the vet so we could bring her back in. We wrapped her stump with a couple kitchen towels and seeing that I was in no shape to drive, my mom drove us to the vet.

While originally talking to my dad about where to amputate, he mentioned a couple of points that helped me to make the decision of amputating her leg at the hip. We were told that she would have emergency surgery the next day.


I am stopping this post for now as I am sure it is quite a bit to take in for my loyal readers. This story doesn’t stop at this point though, sadly it continues and I will write another post hopefully soon.


A Not So Wordless Wednesday – Noooooooo!

Storm’s leg has been bothering her for the last couple of weeks when I took her out across the street in the field. As always, I repeated “Stay here!” sternly so she knew I meant no funny business. She does a great job of staying by me but when she sees another person she acts like she’s never seen one besides me and tears off after them so she can get attention. Yes, she is an attention-whore. 🙂

Before taking off her leash, I grasped her collar and made her sit and wait and for the command of “Go!” Things played out as normal and she began sprinting around in circles.

I watched her having fun, then all of a sudden she began to hold up her back left leg. I figured that it couldn’t be that serious as she didn’t even give out a yelp or bark. As soon as I saw her limping around I brought her back to me, put on her leash and took her back to the apartment.

A few years ago something like this happened and the doctor said it was “lameness”, which I had never heard before. I mean, I have heard it being used to describe one’s personality, but I didn’t think it was a real condition (medically). He gave her Prevocox (not sure on the spelling…) and within a week she was back to her old self.

A few days later she was still limping around so I called the vet’s office, explained the situation and that I thought it was another bout of lameness. I bought more Prevocox from him and after a week she still wasn’t back to her old self. She had begun to walk on it though so I figured she must be getting better.  I tried bringing her to doggy daycare with me the other day and she only lasted a half an hour. 😦 She wanted to just lay down and not even play. I felt horrible. 😦

I took her to the vet’s yesterday and he started to look at her on the ground, moving her leg all around to check for any abnormality. He touched her leg, foot, and she never became vocal.

But then he took her kneecap in his hands…

And he moved the bones while asking me if I knew what that meant. I told him no, although in my I head I kept repeating, ‘Please no torn ACL, please no torn, ACL, please, please!’

* A torn ACL (Anterior Cruciate Ligament) is when a ligament of the knee is injured.

“Torn ACL,” said the vet.

“Fuck!” I yelled.

When growing up, we had a Rottie and she ended up tearing her ACL. I remember my mom (single mom raising twins) not being able to afford the surgery. Thankfully, her ex agreed to help out. That is when I found out dogs can have a torn ACL.

My vet said surgery would cost me around $800.00. I have no idea how I will pay for Storm’s surgery. I don’t work, I am on Social Security Disability for my Lupus. Yes, I do get a payment each month but it is minimal since I only had what? Only 15 years of work in my life? And half of what I get each month goes to rent.

I know my vet takes payments but it will take me forever to pay off with only being able to afford $30 bucks a month for the payment. I know there are a couple of animal websites that offer to help a person’s vet bill so I need to check them out.

I have been thinking of setting up a Go Fund Me account to help with the bill. My vet mentioned the option that I can just “let it heal” on it’s own. It would take quite a few months but eventually she wouldn’t be holding her leg up the whole time. The thing with that is, it can later cause leg/joint problems down the road. Oh and Storm will be in pain/can’t go on walks for months.

This blows goats and I have no idea what I am going to do… Sigh…

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