It's been a week since my puppy's 2nd surgery.
He's doing well now, but it started off pretty rough.
We had some cold weather in the days leading up to his surgery, but he seemed to be doing pretty well. Two days before he was scheduled, he was active and playful and fine. We went outside for a few minutes, then came inside and played a little bit, then he napped in my office. But when he woke up, he couldn't walk on his front left leg.
His surgery was scheduled for his left hind leg.
It didn't go away the next day, and I was a nervous wreck because I wasn't able to go with Deacon to take him to the vet. When they got there, we had them do X-rays on the front leg. I had convinced myself at that point that it was something horrible. Apparently, it was just his arthritis. Deacon and I were concerned about his ability to walk if we went ahead with the surgery, but either way he'd have to be on cage rest and the same medicine, so we went ahead with the surgery.
He seemed to heal more slowly this time than last time. It seemed like the first time, he was walking on the operated leg the next day. This time, it was almost a full week before he started putting weight on it. It seems that the medicine he's on has helped his front leg, which is good. He hasn't shown any lameness in it since the surgery.
And now that he can walk again, he thinks he's healed and ready to take on the world.
His appetite has been good, and he's nearly done with all his pills. He hates the cone, but will let me take it on and off so he can eat and go outside.
I'm just worried about his temperament during the next seven weeks. He already seems pretty done with being locked in his crate.
Send him all your thoughts and love. He deserves it. :)
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