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December 30, 2004 ~ Shitty Luck
Thursday.
Well. Monty just got back from the vet. Morgan took him in, this time, since I've had to work.
The swelling was not down enough for her to suture the entire cut. But she did at least sew up part of it, and that will help it heal some. He's going to have a nasty, nasty scar, this could take months and months to heal, and he may have a permanent limp, due to damage to a tendon which they could do nothing about.
God, I wish the vet had been open last Friday, when she actually could have really helped him and sewn the whole thing up. *sigh*
Bandage changings every day, drugs to control the pain and swelling and to fight off infection, and we're going to have to keep the cone (e-collar) on him whenever he's unsupervised, which will start next week during the days when Morgan goes back to work after the holidays. Having to use the cone makes me unhappy, but we can't risk him getting the stitches out.
My long hours have already started. (Oh, if only the Residency could have had better timing, this time around). I may have a day off next Friday, though I'll still be on call and no doubt have a few errands to run even so. It's so very hard to leave these guys every day. The intense situation under which they arrived has certainly been a bonding experience, but it makes it very, very hard to leave the "pack." My thoughts are constantly with them while I work.
I'm trying not to get too frustrated with "fate," so to speak. Poor guy was so close to having a normal, happy, healthy life for the rest of his days, and on the very last day before he could, this happened. And right when the vet was closing for a long holiday weekend. And until he heals (because of his medical care and the varying needs every day), we really can't establish a stable routine for these guys, which hurts Rose, too.
I'm still too attached to my expectations for what we would give him as opposed to what happened in the end that was out of our control. (And yes, as a side note, this certainly has been excellent preparation for having kids, I know).
It's just so hard to resign that dream of "what was to be" to "what cannot be." Shitty luck. And for an animal who has been through as much shitty luck as he has, it certainly does make one want to shake one's fist at the sky...
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