Well… today is the day. I just came back a few hours ago from dropping off my happy dawg at the vet’s for a front left leg amputation. I had to sign the good old release form.. you know.. blah blah blah, leg amputation.. blah blah blah. I told them.. “Hey.. make sure you take the right one! .. No.. hang on it’s not the right.. it’s the left.. you know the one with the huge bump on it!!” Lol Wow.. now the wait begins…
He was one really energetic dawg this morning.. I wonder if he knows what is happening. I know, I know.. you all understand when I say this.. Yup.. I explained everything to him. Told him why he was becoming a tripawd, that he would be pain free, cancer free but alas… unfortunately not fart free! I just hope he got it!
My hubby on the other hand.. well.. he was a bit of a basket case.. But once that call happens to say that everything is fine.. Franklin is good… albeit lost a little weight… my hubby will be good to go I think.
Yesterday, Franklin spent the day at the Doggie Spaw! Lost 2 lbs of hair I am sure!! I figured he would enjoy being pampered by his groomer and he would look soooo handsome for his surgery today! And my oh my, he does look handsome.. doesn’t he? Now that he is shaved down, you can really see the tumor on his leg.
Of course, humor has helped me get through this.. and I will admit that there are times where I have a pretty sick sense of humor.
We were sitting there trying to come up with ideas of what to do with Franklin’s leg. My son wanted to have it made into a back scratcher, my hubby said we should make it into a hat rack… or maybe a key holder.. could hang the car keys, etc off his nails if the paw was upside down…
My daughter was sitting there and I said.. Hey… we should have his leg cremated and bring it home! She just kind of looked at me with that “oh my gawd mother.. what are you going to do” look. I then told her.. when the time comes that Franklin leaves us (which all animals do) then we could get him cremated, bring him home.. and mix the two together, shake him up and he is whole again!!
She called me sick…. (insert raised eyebrow here)
My hubby just called me with another suggestion… a front door knocker…. Yup, he is sick as well.
Will post later on outcome….
Bark ‘atcha later
