So, on Thursday night, we settled into watching Attack of the Clones (what a slog). About 30 minutes in, we heard a ruckus (lots of barking) in the backyard. Both dogs, Opie (13 lbs terri-poo) and Simon (65 lbs husky/lab) were out, and we all sort of assumed that someone was walking their dog along the fence. But it sounded different, so my daughter went to check and started screaming. Simon had attacked Opie, who was now bleeding and limping his way to the backdoor.
I scooped up Opie and brought him in, immediatly assessing it as far too serious for any kind of home medicine and wrapped him in a blanket. We found a vet closeby that was open for another few hours and they took him to try and stabilize him. His throat was a bloody mess, I ended up having to throw out my clothes from that evening. They were able to stabilize him so we could make it to the emergency veterinary hospital about 30 mins away. The vet wasn’t optimistic. He thought the trachea was damaged and possibly the spinal column.
The emergency vet was amazing. I signed the consent form for his care and kissed his head and told him to hold on and left. I am not usually an overly emotional person, but I love that littke guy. He had been my confidant and my ever present shadow - so much so that it’s a running joke in our family. He even chose to come to me once, instead of getting bacon from my daughter. I’ve owned a lot of dogs, but I have never had one so singularly devoted before. He is just as happy on a training run with me, as curled up beside me when I have a migraine.
As well, the last time I held someone/thing I cared about as they bled in my arms, they died. This year has been brutal, dealing with a sexual assault, PTSD and other issues, I needed him to be okay.
I cried for hours. At 1:30 am, the vet called to say he definitely suspected neuro/spinal issues. I got about an hour of sleep, convinced that I was going to have to say goodbye in the morning.
At 8:00 am (I wanted to let my daughter sleep a bit, we were all upset), we made our way back. I let her know that we may be saying goodbye, and that she didn’t have to stay if they were going to put Opie to sleep. I also told her sometimes animals let you know that they want to be let go too.
Well, the little bugger was not only weakly wagging his tail, but crawled/pulled himself as close as he could in the crib they had him in. The vet gave me the great news that they no longer thought spinal/neural and he may be okay. I got to hold and cuddle him for the first time on Saturday night and it was awesome. He gave a long relaxed sigh and snuggled right in.
He is COMING HOME TOMORROW!!
Now, my other dog, Simon.
We don’t know what caused the attack. I know he was displaying more defensiveness/aggression and we stopped taking him off-leash at the dog park. In the summer a non-thinking owner let a Momma pit bull off leash while Simon was playing nicely with her puppy. She attacked him. We were working on re-socializing and deflecting him but with the cold temps this week, we were all getting a bit stir-crazy. He is a husky cross, so high prey-drive. Final potenial piece, our rescue kitten unexpectedly went into heat, so both dogs (neutered) were a little weird last week.
Simon is an amazing dog. He had a rough start, he was found as a orphan at three-four weeks in a Northern community. It is breaking our hearts to re-home him, but we can’t bring the little dog home to recover with him here.
A loving pet. A 65 pound “lap dog”, he sits, lays down, drops it, leaves it, speaks and “whispers” on command. He is crate trained, but sleeps every night on my daughters bed. He plays fetch, soccer and hide and seek. He loves running, especially trail running. After the attack, he spent several hours laying on the carpet, with his head in Opie’s crate, whining. Prior to the attack at the dog park, he was great with other dogs and loved to run and play. Still, I know if I brought him to the SPCA, they will consider him unadoptable and put him to sleep. I am working hard to find a home, or even a foster home, and working with several rescues. Fingers crossed.