Zoe is home!!!!!!!!!!
K. and I are so happy to have her back. It was too quiet here without her! (Though the cats loved it!).
Today is definitely a better day than yesterday. I was at the vet’s office yesterday for over an hour going over very specific instructions for Zoe’s recovery. First, there were all the medications to go over, though that that was the easy part. Here’s the real challenge: for the next eight weeks, she must remain in a “controlled confinement.” Doesn’t sound like much fun, does it? Well, it isn’t. But it’s also crucial for Zoe’s recovery. A controlled confinement means that Zoe either has to be crated or supervised VERY closely in a small room without furniture she can jump on. We have to carry her up and down the stairs of our three story walk up, and absolutely cannot let her run or jump on anyone. God help us! The reason this is so important is because the first eight weeks are the critical period where the TTA device fuses. If she doesn’t injure herself during that time, the success rate for this surgery is very high and the chance of re-injury is extremely low. We are going to have to be super vigilant about all of this — especially once she starts feeling better! Right now, it’s not such a problem.
|Zoe on the car ride home.
I angered many a Chicago driver because I refused to drive over 25 miles an hour!
After the initial excitement wore off yesterday, Zoe started to seem like she was in a lot of pain and grew really groggy. Her legs are very bruised and swollen, and the incisions are gigantic. (K., who had ACL surgery 6 years ago, says that he and Zoe will now be twins). It was awful to see her hurting and not be able to do much beyond give her pain medication and ice her legs. Even though she was super uncomfortable, she was still Zoe. No matter how terrible she felt, she would raise her head a little and wag her tail when we pet her or came in the room.
|Sad Zoe face.|
|Zoe’s skinny little shaved butt. So pathetic! (That’s a pain killer patch on her hip).|
After much prompting, I was able to convince her to drink a tiny bit out of her SociaBulls water bottle. (Whatever works!). I was just relieved she was drinking a little. Before we went to sleep, we were able to take her outside and get her to pee (again, the small victories…). If any of our neighbors saw or heard us, they must’ve thought we were crazy! (Picture us gathered around a scrawny, squatting dog in a giant cone of shame, clapping and exclaiming praise in high-pitched voices). We didn’t care.
|My study buddy.|