January 2000-February 14, 2005
Last Tuesday morning, Dudley came in from his dog run holding his right hind leg three inches off the ground. He had been his usual self when he went out an hour before.
My vet came out on Thursday and gave him a shot of cortisone, and we agreed to have him x-rayed if he hadn’t improved by Monday. She couldn’t palpate the stifle well enough to see how badly damaged it was, and the sedation required for the x-rays would allow a better exam as well.
Unfortunately, the exam revealed that not only had he ruptured his anterior cruciate ligament, but that he had advanced dysplasia in both hips as well. Jack and I decided that we were not willing to put Dudley through the multiple surgeries he would have required for even a faint chance at being “normal.” I asked the vet to put him down, and held him while it was done.
The house is very quiet this morning.