The Second Day and Most Emotional

I could barely sleep that night. I woke up and got ready to go to class and sat with my friends who made sure I was doing okay. We still hadn't heard from the vet's office yet as to what they wanted to do with Roxy. I sat in class only half listening as to what my teacher had to say. All of a sudden my phone started to buzz, I looked and it was the vets office. I got up and left the classroom to take the call. They said Roxy had done well that night, and told us how her new x-ray showed that her bone fracture was worse then they had seen yesterday. They said they could go in and wire it together, though she would need to be on bed rest and kept calm for eight to ten weeks. I asked to call my husband, they said of course. I called him and told them what they said, he said he would call them. My husband called me, while I had gone back into class. I then proceed to excuse myself from class once again. He said he had talked to the vet and they had actually given him two options, wire the leg and hope it heals, but where she wasn't even a year old yet it would be so hard to keep her quiet so it could heal, or let them amputate it. Since she was a young dog, she would be able to adapt well. My husband and I made the difficult decision and decided amputation would be best. I couldn't take it anymore and my emotions about having to make this decision for my fur baby just poured out. My best friend was one of the first ones out the door for the break from class. She asked me what happened, I told her what decision had been made. I said how I felt like the worst dog mom ever. How could I ruin her hunting career? Something that she already loved so much. I just started crying again. She took me in the bathroom to help me get myself back together and to go back into class. We ended up meeting our instructor just outside, she could tell something was wrong. I again explained what was going on, she hugged me, told me everything would be okay, and that labs are tough dogs, and she would be able to do just about everything again. I finished out that school day, and even went into work that night, though I did plan to take the next day off so that I could be home with her for her first day back. I went shopping before work to get a few things before she came home, a new and very comfy bed for her, and some toys. My best friend went with me, of course, to help to cheer me up any way she could. That night my co-workers tried to do the same, but my thoughts continued with what would it be like when I saw her tomorrow.

Until the next post: Tripawmama