Today marks the one month anniversary since Haley was hit by a car after being missing for six days. It seems like such an odd thing to "celebrate" but more so I'm so thrilled with the progress she has made over the past month. Last time I posted about Haley we weren't even sure what her recovery would be, we just knew that we had her and loved her and would do whatever it took to get her better.
The week after her accident Haley went under surgery to have her leg repaired - it had split into four pieces and it took two plates, seven screws and one wire to hold it back together in the hopes that it would heal. For two weeks post surgery we kept Haley in a kennel 24/7 carrying her to go out, feeding her medicine (which is way harder than it sounds for our stubborn girl), icing her leg, coaxing her the eat and drink and petting her head comforting her. Basically if we weren't at work or getting some sleep we were caring for Haley. Her incision for the surgery healed well and she was starting to get her appetite back by the time we took her in for her two week staple removal. But something didn't feel right to me so the Dr took an X-ray and broke the bad news, the surgery was not successful and there was no way Haley was not in pain. A second attempt had a low chance of success and we had given her as much care as possible without quitting our jobs, at this point the best chance to move on and feel better was to amputate the broken leg. Over the weekend I was wracked with guilt, did I not provide her enough care for her leg to heal? Had I made a bad decision to attempt the first surgery? Should I have taken her in sooner when I heard her joint popping? I felt horrible Haley had spent the past two weeks in pain but she never cried, she held up her leg when going out and just seemed tired from having a big surgery - nothing unusual; in fact the Dr almost didn't do the X-ray because Haley acted so normal.
We left Haley in the vets care for her amputation and a few days post surgery we were able to bring her home. Right away we noticed how excited she was to be home and how for the first time she acted like our pre accident Haley. Haley stayed in her kennel for the first few days but soon acted restless. She stood on her own to go out and made it pretty clear she was capable of walking on her own and did not want in the kennel. At night she started to cry to get out so I spent a few nights in the couch keeping her company. By the end of the week she was walking well and we had graduated to carrying her upstairs to sleep out of the kennel - the first time we brought her to snuggle in the bed she panted with excitement and wagged her tail for hours. A few days ago after going out Haley dashed towards the stairs and showed us she doesn't want or need to be carried anymore so we now let her walk up the stairs but carry her down. The only thing Haley can't do that she used to is jump on the bed.
Haley's hair is slowly starting to grow back and looking at her from the front her walk is that of a four legged dog, and she's just as fast as she's always been. I know that dogs are more resilient than we give them credit for but I'm amazed how through all this Haley never acted sad, cried or acted like the whole thing bothers her. One of the reasons I chose Haley from all the dogs in the shelter was I loved her spirit despite missing an eye and I knew she was a good natured dog. Haley has time and time again shown herself to be loving and sweet and I'm so happy she's feeling like herself again.