When we first scheduled Cash’s appointment for TPLO it felt like it was so far away. We had three more weeks to get through. Three weeks before we’d be on the healing side of things. Three weeks before we could finally start thinking about recovery.
And now, those three weeks are up.
In an hour I will be dropping him off at our vet’s office for surgery. I’ll admit that I’m a little bit nervous – mostly because I don’t know what to expect when he comes home.
Since the pace of our life will be changing dramatically while he’s in recovery, we’ve tried to squeeze as much as possible out of the last few weeks. We’ve gone camping every weekend since we booked our surgery date and started a new training program that is showing remarkable results (more on that another day).
It’s been awesome. And now it’s all coming to an end.
We camped with some friends up in Bailey last weekend. As I watched my dog run and romp in the woods I wondered if we were doing the right thing. He blazed around our campsite, playing with his canine sister, chasing the kids, looking for food. When he was moving you’d never even know he was injured.
But when he stopped or got up after laying down? He’d barely put weight on his leg. Sometimes he’d hop around on tripod legs. Our friend (who is a chiropractor) pointed out the difference in muscle tone between the two sides of his body. He’s been favoring that leg for a while, even when we couldn’t see it.
So off we go to surgery. I’ll keep you all posted on his progress!