Having a soft spot in your heart for helpless and hopeless people/things is a good thing. But it can be a dangerous thing to have when you work at a vet clinic. Ever since I started working at the LVVSC they have been trying to get me to “foster” a pet. And I can only say no so many times until my “soft spot” overrules my head.
In November a shy chocolate brown chihuahua mix girlie was hit by a car and taken to SPCA, who then brought her to LVVSC for medical treatment and surgeries on her broken legs (both right legs). After a surgery early in November to fix both the legs and spay her, she continue to live at the clinic since she wasn’t “healthy” enough to live at the shelter. Mid December the back leg had to have a second surgery because it wasn’t healing just right. I had hardly interacted with her yet, but I knew it had to be old living in a cage. Plus bone healing is enhanced by weight bearing, and she couldn’t do much of that in a cage. And she was cute. And little. Without thinking I offered to foster her.
And we failed as fosters before we even started, because Jason bought her a dog tag the day before we brought her home that had our last name on it! While we are still officially “fosters,” we have no doubt that we will be adopting her as soon as she is medically cleared.
After 2 surgeries and 10 weeks in an e-collar (cone of shame), she has another surgery on the right hind leg this afternoon to fix her patella (kneecap) that is luxating (moving around) and causing her pain and lameness. But she’s a tough little thing and been through a lot.
We love having a dog, even if it means you wake up at 2am because she wants out of bed, or that if you don’t walk her right away in the morning she uses your floor to go potty on (only happened twice thank goodness!).
Here’s our little Willow!