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Puppy, Claire

[Puppy] Heart Attack...

So, had a kind of rough and stressful day to begin with.

Then, puppy got kind of bratty while I tried to walk her a little bit... pulling at the leash so hard you could hear it making her gargle, which worried me. As I bent down to check on her, someone walked by on the other side of the street, and she tried to pull free and go say hello... straight in front of a car. Just about giving her mother a heart attack.

I panicked, pulled her back, and picked her up. She squirmed around in my arms, fidgeting and fussing and yapping... and managed to push her way free as I tried to hold onto her. She fell and landed on one leg with a yelp and then curled up and cried. Cue another heart attack. I picked her up, brought her in, and held her on my lap to reassure her. She fussed and was upset with me, but finally calmed down and curled up.

She was limping a little bit afterwards when I let her down, and I worried that she might be hurt. But she didn't act hurt when I touched her leg, and now she seems not to be limping anymore. She's climbed up onto the couch and gone to sleep.

I am a relieved mommy.
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Argh. This is why I'm not enthusiastic about getting another dog - I'm the type of animal person who prefers to treat pets like, well, the animals they are and not as child-substitute pets. In other words, I leave them their dignity. However, it bothers me a lot when they're in distress and can't tell you what's wrong. I'm such a soft heart and end up fretting. I've had to dogsit my daughter's two mini-doxies and they can squirm like frantic animated beanbags when they want to be let loose - may as well try hanging onto a hyperactive greased ferret! Unfortunately they can escape through the smallest openings and are very willful, playing power games when you call - I don't dare let them out of my sight. I swear they'll give me more grey hairs than any grandchildren possibly could. So I sympathize, Claire-mommy. :)
*hugs* I went through a similar panic thing when Chynna (my black and white cat) got her tail hurt... well, I'll be honest: I hurt her. Not intentionally, but it didn't make me feel any less like a horrible mom and didn't make me upset/panic any less.

She had curled up in the blankets on the bed and somehow her tail had twisted up in them all, unbeknownst to me. As such, I went to pull her off the bed, effectively bending her tail in a way it didn't want to go, causing her to scream. Yes, she screamed. Outright. Blood-curtling. Horrible. She immediately ran off and hid under the bed.

Once we got her out, we decided to take her down to the emergency pet hospital to have her checked out. They didn't think it was broken, but the base of it was rather swollen, so they gave us pills for pain for her and advised us to follow up with a vet's appointment two weeks later.

The soonest the vet could see us was 3 weeks after, but that was alright. She checked it out and said it was merely misaligned, which was still obviously painful, but certainly better than being broken. She happened to be a pet chiropractor, so she did a full spinal adjustment and Chynna was as good as new.

I felt horrible. And I know that panic you felt. Sure, it's not the same as having her dart out in front of a moving vehicle, but the part with Claire landing the wrong way and you panicking then... I think I can relate. I think as long as the limp goes away (as you indicated it had), she's probably okay and it just hurt at the time.

*hugs* From one pet-mom to another, they'll let you know if it's not better and don't worry yourself too much about it...accidents happen and you didn't hurt her intentionally, so don't let it eat you up. :)