Amputation Was the Right Decision – so suck it, cancer.

We're on our way home!

We’re on our way home!

We should have known Ferdinand would do great without one leg.  After all, most guys are much more attached to their balls than they are to a leg — and he lost BOTH of those when he was just a pup.  Well, he didn’t lose them per se, but you know what I mean.

Surgery was Monday.  That night he was so looped out on drugs that he couldn’t blink, so fuhgeddabout standing.  We had visions of him being one of those dogs we had seen in You Tube videos – the ones who seemingly hop off the operating table and race their humans to the exit door, doing a full-body tail wag.  Umm, no.  Our delicate little flower barely had control of his bowels let alone his legs.  Night #1 was spent in the Alpenglow ER with IV fluids and lots of round-the-clock attention.

Tuesday morning when we picked him up for the transfer back to Alpine Hospital, he was a bit better.  He could blink.  By that afternoon he could sort of hopple (that’s hop/hobble) with a great deal of assistance from the doc and a sling or two.  Dr. Mones said watching Ferdinand was like watching someone do the classic “rub your head, pat your tummy” trick.  Ferd knew he had to hop on that front foot so he was trying to do the same thing with his back legs!  After some deliberation, we decided (meaning I decided – all by myself – with no help from my daughter or husband who instead told me, “you’re the one who’s going to be home with him, you have to decide this,” for which I am both grateful and deeply resentful) that he was ready to come home.  His eyes were clearer and most importantly, he knew where he was.  He wasn’t happy about being where he was.  He needed to be home.

Arriving at the homestead we had our first glimpse of his enormous coping ability.  Alijah and I had asked our buddy, Julia, to help us with the unloading process.  SuperJulia lifted this giant dog completely by herself out of my little SUV and gently placed him on the ground.  With a sling assist, he walked to the door and then astounded us all by hopping right up the 5 steps into the house!  He promptly collapsed as soon as he got in, but we were overjoyed to see even a brief revival.

He and I spent a loooooong, restless, sleepless night on the napping sofa on the main floor.  (Yes, we have a sofa designated specifically to napping.  It’s a popular activity in our household and we have elevated it to an art form.)   He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to be on the dog bed in front of the sofa or the actual sofa so he swapped back and forth about every half hour.  He’d get on the sofa, snuggle up to me for a bit, then roll my ass onto the floor with a single, well-placed kidney kick.  I’d curl up on the dog bed (he’s a Great Dane, his dog bed is pretty much a twin size mattress) and thirty minutes later he’d crawl down there and repeat the kicking-me-to-the-floor-process, whereupon I’d drag myself back onto the sofa to start the cycle over again.   By 3:00 a.m. he’d somehow managed to skooch his entire bandage down to his waist, thereby entirely exposing his sutures which were bleeding profusely.  Or what I considered profusely but my sister, Nurse Heather, said was nuthin’.  Hubby was roused (from what I was bitterly imagining to be a peaceful slumber in our king size TempurPedic) to come down and help me recreate the bandage (with supplies that he had gotten from Walgreens earlier – he has actually been tremendously helpful throughout this whole ordeal despite what my whining might lead you to believe).

Wednesday it was back to Alpine to have the makeshift bandage replaced by people who actually knew what they were doing.  Ferd was fairly dismayed to be heading back to the vet but we were glad to see how delighted the docs and staff were with his progress.  He was able to walk with only minimal assistance from a sling we borrowed from our  friend Renee.   They dressed him up with an Alpine Hospital t-shirt modified to be a cape for our little super hero and sent him on his way.

It’s been smooth sailing ever since.  The boy loves his back yard so he and I spent most of the day out there Wednesday.  He did a lot of walking around on his own, only needing help on the stairs to and from the yard.  Today our friend Kathy came over to sit with him while I had to go in to the office for a bit.  By “a bit” I mean three hours.  And by “sit with him” I mean she sat beside him, in the back yard, reading to him no less, for three solid hours.  What a trooper.   When I came home and relieved her from duty, Ferdo wouldn’t budge from the yard.  He lifted his head, looked at me briefly, squinted his eyes like he couldn’t quite make out who I was or what I was saying, and flopped his head back on the grass.  I figured he’d stay there while I walked Kathy to the door.  Just as we got inside I heard something behind me.  I turned around to see Ferdo running along the sidewalk from the yard to the house — about 40 feet — and then BOUNDING up the stairs like they were nothing, skidding to a halt and sitting at the screen door, grinning like a maniac!!   He’s been following me around the house ever since.  He seems to think he’s done with all this boring lying around bollocks.

We can’t say “THANK YOU” enough to all the people who have helped us but here’s one more shot at it:  THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU  to  Dr. Mones and the whole staff at Alpine Hospital for Animals,  Dr. Williams and the whole staff at Alpenglow ER, Renee & Don, Julia, Kathy, and my sister Nurse Heather for talking me down in the face of what I still insist was a LOT of blood.

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