Weekend at the vet's

Sometimes things happen in  life. Unpleasant, sad, hurtful things. As a functioning person you learn to cope with this things. You learn to think rationally. However, when you care about something or someone, you often don't think straight. I find it harder to deal with other's people pain than my own, but what gets to me most is when my dog is hurt.

My dog, who goes by the name Sky, has always been my number one priority in life. I think of him as my child or my younger brother and I would do anything for this little ball of fur. Because I feel like it is my duty to protect him, to make sure nothing happens to him, it shakes me up so much more when something goes wrong. Besides I found it absolutely devastating that I can't explain to him what's happening or why he is in pain.

I think I've already used this photo once before

About month ago he almost gave me a heart attack when somehow he got a blade of grass stuck in his paw. Apparently it's pretty common with dogs, but I could stand to see him struggle. It was like someone reached into my chest and ripped my heart out. Luckily, he had it surgically removed and everything was fine.

However, on Saturday my dad took him out for a walk. The arrangement in our household is that he takes him out in the morning before work, because he is more of a morning person and in the evening, because I was 10 years old when we got him and was scared of going out to the park in the evening, where I've been approached by strangers more times than I'd like to admit. On Saturday, my dad and I decided to trade - he would take him out in the afternoon, when I usually take Sky out and I would take him out in the evening.

They were out for about half an hour when my phone started ringing. It was my dad. When I picked it up I didn't think much of it, but as soon as I heard my dad's heavy breathing I knew something was wrong. My dog got attacked.

When the words came out of my dad's mouth it was a moment of pure horror. Firstly, because my dad who is calm as a person can be most of the time, was freaking out and secondly, because we didn't have a car, meaning we couldn't take dog to the vet.

Luckily, my aunt wasn't working and agreed to pick us up as soon as possible (in 10 minutes) while I was searching for a vet that could take pictures of our dog with x-ray. You see, on Saturdays there's usually only one vet woking for emergencies and she couldn't use x-ray because of health reasons.

Now, what do you do when your dog's paw looks broken and you have no one who can take care of it?

You call every single person who can help you locate another vet that was willing to take him in. We found one and as soon as he saw the dog he gave him some painkillers and sedatives. When the pictures of x-rays were done, I was shocked. My dog had two bones broken and an infection.

We had to leave him there for two hours so they could set his broken bones, but they told us there is a possibility it wouldn't work. Because it was such a bad break it is possible that the bone won't stay in place and if that happens they will have to put the screws in his bone.

So we are not out of the woods yet.