There are days, when I repeatedly ask myself how we came to this point. We try so hard to keep our dogs healthy yet things go awry.
Our decision-making was difficult because there are only two surgeons in Colorado who have ever done this surgery. They've done five of them, all as a team of two. The two of them were going to collaborate tomorrow, to do R's elbow. It was the last possible date that they could work together on it because one of them is moving far away.
Today, I've watched R limp around, and I keep wondering if we made the best choice. Only time will tell. We'll give him Rimadyl and hope for the best.
My vet said some wise words, a long time ago when we were struggling with another big veterinary decision. She said that "any decision that is made with love in your heart and the best interests of your dog at the forefront is, by definition, the best decision".
I always remind myself of those words, but they haven't stopped my head from pounding today (a migraine), perhaps due to angst over R's limp.
My friend, Barb, has a motto about finding the "one good thing" in your day and focusing on it. When I stopped to think about it, I actually have three.
First, I saw the sunrise with my Shyla, and she glowed red in the rising sun rays like I love to see.