The prettiest girl.
Yesterday is a day I would like to forget. Unfortunately, we have a permanent memory.
It began like any other Monday: work, lunch, homework, etc. I went to class at 5pm, checking my phone one last time to make sure it was on silent. I try to not look at my phone during class, but around 5:45, it lit up in my purse and caught my eye. Normally, I would have ignored it, but I happened to see it was a text from Michael that said one word: Emergency. I grabbed my phone and everything else and ran out of class, dialing his number while running to my car. After the accident with my brother last year (yesterday was the one year anniversary, actually), I’ve learned that everything can change in one split second. I tried to breathe but I felt like my chest was collapsing. Michael answered and started yelling about how something had happened to Leia and he was trying to find the vet. Since we just moved here earlier this summer and haven’t had the need for a vet yet, we didn’t even know where to find one. I told him to park his car right where he was and I would come to him.
How I got my car from the school to him I will never know. My head was spinning and I felt dizzy, sick, and like I was choking. He got in my car with Leia wrapped in a towel; there was blood everywhere. I took the deepest breath possible and punched the gas pedal — again, I’m not sure how my car wound up at the vet’s office, but it did. Thank you God.
Michael ran inside and I collapsed in the parking lot, crying and hyperventilating. I was finally able to stand up and go inside — the vet and nurses were tending to Leia, and I grabbed Michael by the shoulders. I could tell he was in shock.
I don’t want to go into the details, mostly because they’re terrible and unexplainable, but she got into an accident around 5:40 involving our fence and the neighbor’s dog, and she lost one of her front legs. Michael was home when it happened, heard her crying, and rushed over to her. He then somehow managed to text me, get in his car, dial a vet, and drive, all while holding a dog who was bleeding badly. I don’t know how he did it. I still don’t know.
She was in too much shock to operate yesterday, so the vet stabilized her and gave her something for the pain, then checked on her several times throughout the night. They operated on her this morning; more of the leg had to be removed to prevent infection. She is resting now, and we’ll more than likely go to visit her this afternoon. We don’t want to excite her too much, but are desperate to see her.
It’s one of those freak-accident, traumatic, instantaneous things that happens and leaves your mind reeling. We kept asking ourselves last night, “What just happened?” This morning was spent doing a lot of crying. This afternoon, we are feeling thankful and optimistic. We’ve been googling websites and videos dedicated to and featuring three-legged dogs, and we know she will adapt. We are completely up for the task of making her life as comfortable, functional, and normal as possible. We will make this work. She will be the happiest little tripod and we will be the best damn three-legged dog parents the world has ever seen.
The vet told us yesterday that she should have died. She should have bled to death. To say we are grateful is an understatement. Leia is a firecracker, so of course she pulled through, and won’t let the fact that she is missing a leg stop her for a minute.
We are so appreciative of the prayers and kind words from all of you via Facebook, Twitter, texts, and calls. It means the world to us and few things are more comforting and encouraging than getting a big hug from the Internet — from people all over the place, saying sweet things and sending up prayers for our little baby dog.
I’ll update again soon, but I needed to type this out. I know there are a lot of terrible things going on in the world that might make this seem like a small thing, but it’s huge to us nonetheless. Please continue to pray for Leia’s recovery as we move forward and learn to adjust to this new way of life. Also, pray for Michael, as what he experienced was extremely traumatic. We’re having a hard time of it, but we’re all going to be okay.