Devastated...

Who would have thought my week would end like this.  First, I was sick all week...sick since Sunday night.  It has not been fun.  I even took a sick day this week to recoup.  I missed 2 nights of dance class, barely made it through 1 dance class (got a little dizzy), missed dinner with friends Thur. night and was hoping I'd feel better for First Friday Art Walk.  My throat hurt a little today but I wasn't constantly sneezing.  I felt well enough to go to First Friday and have date night with Chris.  I called Chris on my way home from work and he was walking Buddy.  Unfortunately, the walk didn't go well.  A block away from home, Buddy couldn't walk.  Chris had to carry him home.  Not good.

I called Buddy over to me to see what was wrong with his leg and he couldn't even walk to me - it was as if his right back leg was stuck or frozen stiff.  I immediately called the vet to schedule the earliest appointment.  I hung up and cried off and on for 30 minutes.  It kills me to watch him try to get up and walk; he looks like he is going to fall over and break his leg in half.  I gave him a treat; he is SO excited and tries to get up for it but can't.  Then I give him the treat and he has a hard time eating it.  I don't know why he is having a hard time opening his mouth but he can still eat his meals every day.

I know people may say he is just a dog, but he is part of my family.  I just feel cheated in a way; I feel like his life is too short with me and that I haven't had him long enough.  I adopted him when he was 5, turning six in the winter.  Now he is just shy of his 10th birthday.  I never thought a 5 year old dog was "old."  It never really crossed my mind that dogs live 11-14 years.  Wishful thinking on my part I guess...hoping that he'd live a long time.

Chris did make me laugh through my tears; I guess he ran into a little girl on the way home carrying Buddy and she asked him if Buddy was lazy.  It was pretty funny for a sad situation.

I knew someday I would have to say good-bye to my sweet puppy, but I thought I had more time.  I am still hoping for good news tomorrow at the vet...maybe this is all just a small sprain???  Sigh...