Day of Surgery

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Dogs lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you’re going to lose a dog, and there’s going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in the…innocence, because you can’t support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. There’s such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and for the mistakes we make because of those illusions.” — Dean Koontz, The Darkest Evening of the Year


Mojo pulled through surgery.  The vet said his femur was smashed pretty bad and that surgery might have been an option but it would have probably had to have been amputated anyway.  The vet removed the entire thigh bone to prevent arthritis developing later in life.  Mojo’s pelvis is normal.  The vet said he did well under anesthesia and he was waking up and doing ok.

His pain patch will be removed and he’ll be switched to oral meds for pain as he heals.  This should hopefully settle his stomach.  If everything goes well tonight I’ll see my guy tomorrow morning!

On the road to recovery!

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After the accident

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Mojo made it through the night.  X-Rays determined that his femur on his right hind leg was shattered at the hip.  The emergency vet advised me that surgery was an option but was not guaranteed.  The leg was badly damaged and surgery to repair it was too costly.  It was heartbreaking to hear the news.  I inquired about amputation and the vet suggested that was a viable option.  It was either that or euthanasia.  I spent the morning weighing my options.  I decided that amputation was the option.

I picked Mojo up from the emergency vet.  Although he was happy to see me, he was on a Fentanyl patch.  This caused him dizziness and nausea and he was clearly unhappy and in a lot of pain.  I drove him an hour to my vet and took him out of the car…he vomited and limped into his vet’s office.  He laid down and every whimper broke my heart.  He was unable to sleep and would close his eyes for only a second…only to lift his head up to wonder where he was.  He would look me in the eyes and I knew he just wanted to go to sleep.  I almost put him down for good at that moment…the pain and suffering he was going through was too much to bear.  Fortunately, Mojo would try to get up to walk and would wag his tail ever so slightly.  It was at this point I decided to do the amputation.

Mojo would stay overnight and on this morning I called the vet to see how Mojo was doing.  He was doing much better after the vet gave him some anti-nausea medication.  He was up, wagging his tail, and asking for love.  The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow.

Mojo and his accident

Mojo’s Story

Mojo is a 7-year old Brittany Spaniel / Retriever mix.  He was rescued from Action for Animals in 2006.  I had looked for many times for the right dog for me…often making several trips to the shelter.  On the day that I found Mojo,  I went to the shelter and I was presented with the dogs outside in a play pen.  Mojo immediately came up to me and jumped up on the fence.  I knew it right away that he was my dog.  I adopted him immediately.

Mojo is a kind spirited dog who likes children and never has any problems with other dogs.  He is playful and likes to lounge around the house.  He really has an inkling for chasing foxes and roams around in the yard chasing birds.  He never catches anything but enjoys the hunt.

The Accident

I had recently fixed the rear door to my residence and it had caused the door to close slowly.  This is how Mojo got out.  I didn’t notice he was gone because he usually likes to go up to bed to take an after dinner nap.  After he didn’t come down to go to the bathroom, I knew he had gotten out.  I spent a long time looking for him…but he loves exploring the vast country side.  I had called his name and I heard a screech and looked over to see Mojo getting hit by a car.  I ran screaming over to him.

The lady who hit him was in tears and through my extreme trauma of watching his accident I assured her that it was not her fault.  Blood was coming from his mouth (we think he bit his tongue) and he was in immense pain.  I put my jacket over him and ran to get my car.  I immediately took him to an emergency vet who did diagnostics on him.  He was in shock and was in a lot of pain.  The vet stabilized him and he spent the night at the hospital.