You do know that I have the most beautiful, perfect dog in the entire world, right? Her name is Jada Pinkett Smith and she is MY life!
Well, today she's sitting with my best friend and I notice her try and bite my other dog, well more like snap at her. This has NEVER EVER happened. my other dog is like a mother to her, chews her raw hides, cleans her ears, beats up her oppressors...
You get what I mean. Well, I notice this and say, "what the hell!"
Since my baby never does this I go over to her to ask what the problem is. Well, there is blood coming out of ear. First thought, rupture of ear dum, closer look shows a torn ear, ripped up. My friend's dumb dog ripped a whole in ear.
So I freak out, of course and run out to take her to the vet.
The drug her and start to sew up the ear, of course I am holding her still and start to tear up a bit. The nurse offers to help and I freak out completely. They let me run out and cry for a while, a new nurse comes out with tissues, man this place is great.
This is my reg. vet that actually loves my dog enough to fir her in. They didn't want to until they saw who it was and who I was, thank God!
They see me a lot, my other dog has psychological damage from previous owners (it's a lot better, but still there.) I won't drug her, but have had tips on how to alleviate her misery. Note: she's hasn't peed herself in months, and it used to once a week.
In any case, I do come back in to scratch Jada's butt, her fave, while they sew up this gaping whole in my 9lb dog.
Well, she's tripping on a mixture of K and Valium, her head is swinging, her eyes are dialated and she is sad and confused. So I cry some more.
I get home, I need to work and they won't let me skip without fining my ass over a hundred, it's not a child so who cares, right? I DO/
Well, I can't leave her alone because I don't want her to hurt herself and I DO NOT want her to come out of it and not see me there.
I sleep with this dogs in my arms and have only been away from her for a week in the three years I have known her.
I guess this is one of those, my pet stories, BUT what do you do?
All those what ifs.
What if I hadn't been home?
What if I didn't have the money?
What if she was REALLY badly hurt?
I hate the what ifs.
My happy ending to this story is that I am looking at her right now. Her head is on her paws, she's not shaking. She just gave me a kiss.
And a few minutes ago she growled and barked at absolutely nothing. My baby has survived the K Hole and is back!
I don't know if this sotry means anything to anyone, but I've never had to face it before. So, to all those parents of any kind, I now know what it is to be in an emergency room and have you child operated on.



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