Bad news, guys. There's not going to be a prosthesis...because there's not going to be a leg.
We got her to the vets for a recheck yesterday...I hadn't peeked at the arm yet, I was afraid to. Turns out the whole incision was wide open, weeping, and I swear I could see bone. It was horrible. The vet took one look and said "this isn't working", which is what my parter and I knew to be true in our heart of hearts...so we made the decision immediately to remove the rest of the leg.
This is a much more invasive surgery, but healing should be much easier as there will be no bone to move and disrupt the sutures/staples.
We are feeling grief, guilt, awful fear...just terrible...should we have done this in the first place and spared her all his trauma? She continues to take it in stride, without complaint...but she was in pain last night, we could tell.
She will undergo this second amputation this morning, and we should hear from the clinic after lunch.
I wish this was all over with. I hate it.
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Gracie - Mutterooski X - scary smart (9)
Jaida - GSD - tripod trainwreck and gentle soul (4)
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Audrey - torbie - sweet as pie (11 months)
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Boo, our Matriarch (August 1 1992 - March 29 2011)