I was planning on an easy weekend. I didn't have to work at the Y; I had easy training; and the goal was to work on our bathroom remodel. Unfortunately, the weekend didn't go that way.
Saturday she continued to wheeze, which seemed odd. In addition, she wasn't really going anywhere. Usually she is my shadow and follows me everywhere. She just stood in one place and when she did move she was limping. Her back legs weren't working right. She looked like she was drunk. I was very concerned. We decided to take her to the emergency veterinarian.
The cardiologist evaluated her on Saturday evening and said her heart looked better than they thought so they approved her for surgery.
Sunday morning, the phone rang at 7:55am and it was the vet hospital. Sloopy had gotten worse overnight. She now no longer had function of her back legs. The possibility of recovery had dropped significantly. She needed surgery right away and even then may never be able to walk again or go to the bathroom by herself. Again, we agreed to have the surgery done. They did more test on her and did the surgery. We did not hear back again for nearly seven hours.
This morning, though, the doctor called us to report there was no news. Sloopy was alert and happy and sitting up, however, she has not yet moved her back legs (unlike what the tech had told us) and she has not responded to any pain stimulus. The doctor said that's right where she should be, that only time will tell if she gets function of her legs back again. We get to see her today after work. Oh, and the financial people are probably gonna tell us we need to spend another $2000. (Guess, we'll be putting that camper up for sale!)
This has been extremely rough. Dave and I have cried all weekend. Our dog is not that old! We want her to come home with us and be the dog she was before. But we also have to make tough choices about what happens if she never regains mobility. And on top of all that is how all of this is explained to our son. He has been with us through all of this and we've been very delicate in our wording to help him understand what's going on without scaring him. I wish this didn't happen. I wish this nightmare would be over. I want my Sloopy girl to come home.