The new vet was very nice and spent ages talking to us. He had her records from the current vet (I said that I initially wanted a second opinion), but said that they appeared to be quite confused and he had trouble working out what had gone on, so we talked him through it. He was really surprised that they’d wanted to sedate her. His view was that you fix the problem in such a way that allows for the fact that a dog will be a dog and will run and jump occasionally, no matter how hard you try and stop them.
Then he examined her.
I’m not sure how I held it together at the vets – I was so upset. Her leg is in a really bad way. Far from being fixed the joint is almost permanently out of position. It’s no wonder she is limping and holding her leg up. If you were trying to walk on a knee that was dislocated how would you feel? He was not happy that he could feel the pins in the way he could and said they would soon cause a seroma. We had been told that her left knee is fine. But when he examined it (oh, and he’d picked up on the fact that she’d been limping on that leg earlier in the summer from her notes – something her current vet kept dismissing), he said it too is slipping badly. So she’s having to put all her weight on a leg that she would ordinarily be limping on.
So, both legs need operating on. The right leg needs corrective surgery, assuming that is possible given that she’s had two operations on it already. The left leg needs surgery to deepen the groove in the patella and stop the joint slipping. He said there was no way he would touch her – wouldn’t even contemplate it. So she needs referring to a specialist. There and then we said we would transfer her to the new practice so that he could refer her. There are two options: the orthopaedic specialist in Ringwood or one in Devizes. The one in Ringwood is apparently the best (he suggested world reknowned), but is not good with humans and is very, very expensive. What’s left on her insurance ( just over £2,000) almost certainly won’t cover it. We’ve asked him to contact the specialist at Ringwood. He’ll see when he can get her in for an appointment and see if he can get an approximate cost.
There was another, slightly alarming, aside as we were about to leave. I’m running short on her anti-inflammatories/painkillers, so asked if I could have some more (I’d discussed what she was on). When he worked out 10 day’s worth though it was half what I needed. I pointed this out and it turns out he had mis-heard me. The dose Jez is on is the maximum allowable for her size. She should only be on it for a short period and at that dosage shouldn’t really be in any pain. She’s been on it for 2 months. He was clearly shocked. He said if she is limping this badly given her dosage then the pain must be acute (or words to that effect).
So now we are waiting to hear about the specialist. We know that there are at least two more operations ahead of us, and that meanwhile our little dog is in a lot of pain. And we know it’s going to cost a fortune. Meanwhile, we are reducing walks (to occasional sniffs outside when she needs a bit of mental stimulation) and keeping her in the house/garden. I need to find things to try an occupy her. This morning I bought a singing Christmas hedgehog (not a dog toy, but she loves that sort of thing) at Tesco. Ok she raced round the house a few times with it, but she thinks it’s great and has spent ages shaking it and gently chewing it. Our view is that although she shouldn’t really be running and jumping, the damage is done, so the occasional play isn’t going to do too much harm at this stage. So, here’s Jez with ‘Hedgie’…



Having been really upset last night I didn’t sleep well. I’m still upset today, but not as much and I’m trying to move forward.
Other than that I managed to finish my Christmas shopping in the week (other than Jez’s presents). And I watched Mama Mia, which I thought was a load of rubbish: contrived, badly scripted, badly acted, badly cast, poorly sung. I didn’t find it a feel-good film – it was too awful for me. I struggled to watch it all the way through. But I know I’m a lone voice. It’s supposed to appeal to women ‘of a certain age’ – thank God I’m not one of them.