Hey guys, I'm sorry for the lack of posts recently, but as you know my dog Murphy has been really sick and my entire family has been so busy worrying and taking care of him.
He had surgery on Tuesday and they opened his bladder to take out all the big stones and they cut his ureter open and left it because he had stones so embedded in there they couldn't possibly move them.
I know it is graphic, but the only way I can describe it, is that it looks like they stuck his bottom half in a meat grinder. It is truly terrible and honestly it makes my heart stop every time I see what was done to him. He truly needed the surgery but the road a head of us is going to long.
He has stitches and staples both of which don't come out for three weeks, which means he is stuck in a cone for those three weeks. Unfortunately, we think he may have popped a stitch already so he may have to go under to get it fixed. At 13, he still amazes me because I never thought he'd be doing as well as he is. He cries, and he is confused and scared but I imagined so much worse.
It makes me feel foolish for all the times I've complained or said I couldn't do something because I look at this creature who can't communicate efficiently to us and yet he is the bravest thing in the world. The fact that he's so much calmer than I expected has made me a little more calm.
It feels selfish, but I want him to push through these next three weeks and enjoy the last bunch of years he's got. I honestly in my gut think he's got a whole lot more to live and this was just a hurdle for him, albeit an unfair one and not something any of us including him deserved. But, if I've learned anything from this, I've seen how much love and compassion my parents and my family have for a dog and it makes me realize, if this is just for our dog...then I can't even imagine the love they must have for each other and for me. That makes me certain that everything will be okay.
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