Just reread the whole thread more calmly and I wanted to thank everyone for sharing their related stories – it does help put things in perspective and rid oneself of the “woe is me/Silky” syndrome. Reduced to its lowest common denominator, shit happens. And there’s no reason it shouldn’t happen to you/me and every reason why it should.
Of course, on an intellectual level, I think we all know that…but when it happens. As others have commented, I think the image of the incident itself – in living technicolor and digital surround – is the hardest to get rid of. Seems to be stuck on a permanent loop in my brain and always with the same unhappy ending. I realize that as the days go by and Silky’s bone heals, so will the nagging feelings of guilt and the lingering inadequacy. Then again, its the former that matters, not the latter. I can work on inadequacy.
Anyhow, contrary to what it might seem from this thread, with the passing of the years, I’ve come to hate being the focus of attention and again, putting things in perspective, I feel a bit embarrassed about bringing up this whole incident. Even if I’ve derived some obvious comfort from your responses. Hope that makes (some) sense.
In keeping with the perspective theme of this post, one only need read InternetLegend’s intimation of her story. Harrowing. Or, at the other end of the spectrum, Iteki’s link. Must admit I got a hearty chuckle out of that one. After I read that the Presidential pooch was alright of course 
Promise I’ll post a new pic of Silky once she has all her wheels back in order. In the meantime, she appreciates all the compliments given here and promises, along with all the pampering she’s getting, not to let them get to her head…too much anyway.
Un millon de gracias a todos.