>> Sunday, September 19, 2010
The worst part of pet ownership? When pets are hurt or sick, and they can't tell you what's wrong, and you have to figure out what's best for them. It's a lot of responsibility.
My poor Lucy hasn't quite been herself for the past couple of weeks. There has been nothing we could really put our finger on, though - just a general feeling that something wasn't right. She still has a good appetite (she's a Basset hound - if she ever stops being interested in food I'll know something very serious is wrong). But she's been a little quieter than usual, and a little grouchy. She actually groused at Simon yesterday, which is practically unheard of. Usually they're like this:
For a day she limped on one of her back legs, but then the problem seemed to go away. Yesterday she woke up limping badly on her one good front leg. It's not going away. Of course, I have to keep reminding myself that Lucy has been known to play up injuries (or non-injuries) for attention, too, so it's hard to gauge just how bad it is. But she really cuts a pathetic figure with her stumpy front leg and her gimpy front leg. We've put the rock climbing harness on her and have been hoisting her about the house and yard. She's spent most of her time sleeping.
Poor kid. I'm left worrying about all the bad things that could be wrong with her. Is it just an injury? Is it possible for dogs who have been vaccinated against Lyme Disease to get it anyway? Could it be an autoimmune disease? My mind always races to the worst case scenarios.
We go to the vet tomorrow. I'm sure it will cost a fortune. I'm sure I don't really care so long as we find a way to make my poor fuzzy kid feel better.