Saturday, February 13, 2016

Valentine's Day.

Hey everyone!! It's certainly been a roller coaster for me lately. With my English classes and all of my writing assignments, it feels like I haven't had much free time. And now Valentine's Day is almost upon us. If you're one of those people who actually does something on this day, then kudos to you!

I know some of you know that I have a dachshund. On her papers, it'll say her name is Marcie, but I hardly ever use that name, except when I scold her. I call her Weenie, but Marcie is just easier to say in a serious tone XD. The only reason Valentine's Day means anything to me is that Weenie's birthday is February 14th.

A few weeks ago I was upstairs helping with dinner, and I heard Weenie running up the stairs. I suddenly heard her yelp/scream in pain and she ran back down the stairs. I turned the burner off and ran after her to see what was wrong. I found her in my bedroom. She just sat there and looked at me. I got on my knees and examined her. I rubbed her body in various places. She seemed fine, she didn't appear to be in pain. Then later that night I noticed she was limping on her back leg. A few days later she couldn't walk at all, both of her legs and her entire back end seemed to be lame. She would try to walk and she'd start out wobbly before she just couldn't move at all.

Needless to say, it took an extremely emotional toll on me. She had a spinal disk injury. Most dachshunds still couldn't walk properly even after surgery. All I could do for Weenie was keep her down on "crate rest" for 6-8 weeks. I got her a rear harness that supported her while she, uh, deposited her waste. I was praying so hard every day and every night that God would heal her. My dad, who is a pastor, even anointed her with oil one night and the whole family prayed for her.

I honestly wasn't sure if she was going to live to her next birthday. The poor dear couldn't support her own weight. I had to carry her to her food, support her while she ate, carry her outside and support her while she did her business, carry her back to her bed and support her while she tried to lay down. She couldn't walk, she couldn't play. It was breaking my heart.

Now, almost 3 weeks after the accident, she's wanting to play, she can walk on her own for short distances, even though she's slightly wobbly. I'm still trying to keep her from doing too much, she has at least 3 more weeks of recovery to go. She's not allowed up or down any steps, and she's still having to wear her harness when she goes outside. But she's doing exceedingly better. In less than a single day, she'll get to turn 8 years old. :D I'm so happy, praise God!!