Caring for a Three Legged Dog or Cat
Tripawds is your home to learn how to care for a three legged dog or cat, with answers about dog leg amputation, and cat amputation recovery from many years of member experiences.
16 November 2022
18 November 2022
Just ca6 up on Boone. As you can se from the support of Mallie and Mixx's input, along of course with the invaluable advice fro. Jerry, YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
We all understand the kick in the gut it is to hear the "diagnosis ". The tears (probably more like hysteria), the uncertainty, the panic.....yeah, we get it. The good thing is Boone hasn't heard a word about " diagnosis " and isn't worried about a thing. Ahhh....the bliss of being a dog.
To add some additional reassurance, my Happy Hannah was 125+ lb Bull Mastiff, 8 yrs young when she had her amputation. Recovery was not easy and I questioned decision for her the first couple of weeks. This community threw me a lifeline of information, reassurance and suppor I can tell younknownit was a very, very good decision! Her sparkle came back bigger and brighter with that bum leg gone.
FWIW, I struggled with the decision to the point that I even cancelled the scheduled amputation surgery. Within a week's time she was holding up her leg from pain thst the meds no longer masked. Obviously I rescheduled and moved forward.
We're right by your side and will help in anyway we can, okay? And remember, yu are not alone!
Sally and Alumni Happy Hannah and Merry Myrtle and Frankie too!
PS. So very, very sorry to know that yournother beloved pup headed to The Rainbow Bridge. Clearly your heart has broken I to a million pieces and now you have sll thos addtional stress....it just sucks.
When you can, we would love to hear more about yoir sweet senior pupper♥️
Thank you for your kindness.
Frank was the love of my life, which sounds terrible to say given that he wasn't my first dog, and he won't be my last. We got him somewhat by chance - i was volunteering a fair amount with a few bully breed rescues, and they were using my previous dog, Porkchop (a cane corso cross) as a tester dog, for other dogs - she was bombproof, lord love her. She passed at 16 (about 10 years ago now). Anyhow, we happened to be hunting in the north end of our province when one of the rescues reached out to their volunteers asking if anyone could pick up a momma dog and her 4 babies from a shelter - they had been seized from a puppy mill. We were about 2 hours out, so agreed to do it and bring them home/foster them until the pups and mom were ready to move on to their forever homes. Frank was in the litter - he was the ugliest, mangiest, most gremlin looking puppy i had ever seen - and i was in love. He healed up, but was forever plagued by the most ridiculous allergies and skin reactions, but we kept them well managed. He adopted a lot of porkchop's behaviours: he was also absolutely bomb proof around any other dog, and he was (unlike porkchop) obsessed with getting the lovin' from people, too. We used to joke and say that he would happily abandon us for any stranger, he had a lot of love to give. He was also ridiculously good looking as he aged - like, people would stop us in the street to ask about him. He wasn't the smartest dog (we also joked that he may have FASD), and he had the attention span of a goldfish, but he meant well. He ended up passing his canine good citizen test, and went on to also become a therapy dog and came to work with me. He was very sensitive to people's feelings and would ham it right up if they were upset, he certainly helped me make gains with a lot of very difficult clients.
When we brought Boone home (also as a foster, who we failed and kept), Frank was the first to adopt him. They were never not in a snuggle puddle. It was ridiculous - especially as Boone is very, very dog selective. He's Frank's personality opposite.
He had a lot of growths - a lot of them, and we had them faithfully removed and biopsied, and he hadn't had one since he was about 12. He had never had cancer, until he did and we didn't know. He had his last vet check in June. On Wednesday November 2, he went off his food. Then, his urine turned dark. We got him into the vet the next day (2 days after onset of symptoms), and they found out he had a massive growth on his spleen that was compromising his heart and crushing his liver. He was jaundiced, his liver was failing, and his heart was working overtime between the dirty blood and blockage. We were given a life expectancy of hours. We had to say goodbye. I'm still very much processing and reeling from his loss.
I mentioned to Michelle (of this forum) that it was really hard to grieve while also grieve in anticipation; and she reminded me not to grieve Boone quite yet lest I miss time. It was well received advice.
Thank you for giving me an opportunity to share about Frank.
25 April 2007
I'm so glad you told us more about Frank's life with you. What a sweet boy! He had so many great qualities, and what a gift that you helped him share them with the world! Everyone who crossed his path benefited somehow by his personality!
There is always that one heart dog we have in our life, and to lose Frank so suddenly, well I can't imagine that kind of shock to the system, and then a cancer diagnosis in another dog? AGGGGGGH. I'm so sorry! Lean on us, we'll keep you upright.