Hi, ladies. Yesterday was a very rough day on me, emotionally. I'll try to keep this as short as possible (baby is okay!).
I have a 12 year old mutt, named Brutus, that I rescued when he was far too young to have even been weaned from his mother. He was super tiny and I was super pregnant with my first born. I had no intentions of getting a dog when I was a month out from giving birth, but I couldn't leave him to die on the side of the road, so I brought him home with me.
And that was the best decision I have ever made.
He's the ugliest little dog. I say that with all the love. His vet believes he's part terrier, part shih tzu, and part chihuahua. He's got loads of gray hair now and looks like an overgrown rat. But he's MY baby. Has been since before I even became a mom.
For the past two years he's had an issue with one of his toe nails causing it to become largely overgrown and massive, but his vet has never been able to determine why. I take him to get it trimmed routinely. The last time I took him to have it trimmed (approx 2 months ago), just as we were loading into the car to head to his vet, DD2 accidentally stepped on his bad toe. Cue lots of whimpering and a LOT of blood. We got to the vet, got him cleaned up and put on some meds to prevent infections, etc.
Ever since then his nail has looked a lot worse. Almost as if his cuticle could never quite heal right. But it never seemed to bother him. He still went on his daily walks with me, still ran on it, etc.
Well, Friday morning when DD2 and DSS were playing, I think one of the toddlers accidentally stepped on him again. It's the ONLY thing I can think of. I noticed that evening that he wasn't putting any weight on that foot and was hobbling around on 3 feet. I intended to get him in to the vet first thing Monday morning. Only by yesterday morning his toe had swollen up 10x it's normal size and truly looked and felt like it was going to burst at any given second.
I called my parents to come sit with the kids (DH was at work) so I could rush him to the emergency animal hospital. All sorts of scary thoughts were running through my head. Snake bite? Tumor? Cancer? I knew the vet was going to recommend a toe amputation, which I would do in a heart beat knowing it would put me in credit debt.. but Brutus has a grade 4 heart murmur and cannot be put under general anesthesia because of it.
All I kept thinking was that I'm not going to leave with my best friend still alive. They are going to recommend euthanasia because he's old and we cannot do the one thing to save him because of his murmur.
Initially the vet assumed it was a tumor until I told her that it literally happened within 2 days, to which then led her to believe it was a bad infection. We talked for a long time and decided the best route for Brutus is a round of heavy antibiotics combined with an anti-inflammatory medication and liquid pain meds. I've been praying non-stop that this does the trick for him. She acknowledged that he still has quite a few more years in him due to his mental stability. He's very alert and she called him 'happy go lucky' even with the amount of pain he must have been feeling (yet he never cried out).
I got him home and he was drugged up from a pain injection, but once he came to we were able to get some chicken in him and I began his round of medications. He's okay today. His foot is wrapped in heavy bandages and I'm just so hopeful that his Cephalexin is enough to get rid of the infection and give me my little old man back. I need him here to meet this new baby. He's been in all of my children's lives since day one.
Anyways, maybe that wasn't as short as I was hoping but I needed to get it out.