If you follow my Instagram page, you most likely have seen random photos of my puppy, Bailey. Bailey is a German Shepherd and stole our hearts when we first laid eyes on her.
At first I didn’t want another dog. I already had an 11 year old Collie and a 4 year old German Shepherd. I had my hands full and did not want a puppy. Puppies you have to train, play and work with. Which is hard when you and your spouse work full time jobs.
But, we got one. We got Bailey.
Now, I absolutely adore Bailey. Even though we both are rarely home, we do everything we can to train, play and work with her. She is the sweetest girl, she loves everyone. And I mean LOVES everyone.
Let’s fast forward a few months.
This past Friday morning, I let Bailey and Guinness outside while hubby gets ready to go to work at 4:30 in the morning. While outside, I had just turned to look at the hubby, who just walked out the door and was coming over to his car, when we heard the worst sound.
A blood curdling, chilling sound.
Bailey was screaming.
She had run past me and hubby and went straight into the house. We ran after her to see what was wrong. and I was sick to my stomach. One of Bailey’s back legs was completely wrapped around the other.
It was broken.
Hubby and I never cried so hard. Here was our 6 month old puppy, with a broken leg. It broke our hearts and we were both scared. We never had a dog with a broken leg, so we didn’t know what to do. I stayed home with Bailey all day Friday, praying for a miracle.
I called my vet asking what I should do. They gave me the worst news. “Our orthopedic vet is out of town until the 20th of February.”
So per their recommendation, hubby and I took Bailey to the Emergency Clinic. After about 30 minutes of sitting in the lobby, and an xray and drugs for Bailey, our thoughts were confirmed. Bailey’s leg was broken.
With a heavy heart, knowing that they couldn’t help her on the spot, we brought Bailey home and waited till Monday to take her to another Orthopedic vet in town, per recommendation of my vet.
It was the longest weekend of my life. My in-laws came over and offered assistance. And when Monday finally came, My cousin made a 40 minute drive to my house to take Bailey and I to the vet.
After talking to their surgeon, we discovered that Bailey’s bones are very weak. He had said that this happens in puppies if they were either 1. not getting enough nutrition in their feed or 2. was weaned early.
I then informed him that we bought Bailey when she was only 5 weeks old. She was weaned early. WAY too early. I knew it, but we brought her home anyway.
So, after making another hard decision, the vet informed us that repairing her leg with her bones so weak had him concerned. So we talked about taking the limb away.
Terrible I know. But when you financially can’t afford a $4000-7000 surgery, you do the only thing you can without having to put the animal down. Which the vet agreed.
Bailey was taken on the spot to be prepped for an amputation surgery.
Tuesday came and after work, I went to pick up my now three legged puppy.
Now here is where my rant begins.
After arriving with my father-in-law to pick up Bailey, I gave the tech the cash I had on hand. She then looks at me like I’m crazy and says “You can’t have your dog.”
I must’ve had a dumbfounded look on my face, cause she then informs me that for first time clients, they refuse to let them do payments. You have to pay for the whole thing upfront.
Now I was starting to lose my temper. Because just the day before I tried to get any information I can about payments. Since I never had to take a dog for surgery. They NEVER answered or said anything. So now here I am, in a cramped, tiny lobby FULL of people, only to be told that I was being refused my dog. What stinks about this was that everyone heard. So now I’m embarrassed.
I told her I’d be back. So I walk outside, finally let some tears shed and tried to call hubby. I knew that with his training, he wouldn’t have his phone, but I tried.
I then had a thought, I called Mom. I was only intending to cal asking her what I should do, telling her what they told me, which she agreed was wrong. But mom gave me hope. She called the vet and paid the remaining balance.
Now I am not one to ask for help, but my mom just helped me with the hardest thing I ever had to do. Even though she’s in Alabama and I’m here in North Carolina.
So, I finally was able to bring Bailey home.
This little girl is a trooper. She’s not letting this new condition phase her in the least. She gets around good for her just having this happen to her.
So, this is our new situation we have to adapt too. Both us and her.
Bailey is such a trooper.
This will be all for today.
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Until next time….