It is a cold and rainy morning here. Just as it's been for days.
I had to take Abi to her vet this morning. She's been hopping around on three legs for several days. She's torn her ACL in her left back leg, and will be having surgery to repair it on Wednesday.
Poor Charlie was so unhappy when we left early this morning. He was confused that he was being left behind.
Abi will have to be careful for six weeks after the surgery, and how I will keep her inactive is a mystery. She is one busy girl. She likes to jump.
But the vet said having the patio will be good because she can't run far after a squirrel and reinjure it. However, Abi is normally not too interested in squirrels. Cats, yet. It is Charlie that goes crazy over the squirrels.
Both of them are 9 years old now. Charlie has a bad back. And often during the night I hear him groan, which means "come help me get on the couch on the blankets." Why he just won't stay in the warm bed with me and Abi I don't know.
They're both even having trouble getting up the doggy steps I've had since they were pups. Sturdy wooden stairs with carpet. So I'm spending much of my time helping them both get around and up and down.
The vet was still a bit teary-eyed because the woman ahead of me, who I'd seen rush out crying, had to let hers go. I don't know how those vets do it. But Dr. Wendy is so compassionate and caring that I imagine she cries with them every time.
I'm thankful that wasn't in the cards for us. I do love my pupsters!
So Wednesday, please be thinking of my little Abi.
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