Coco had to go back into the hospital today. She was worse last night—restless and couldn’t fall asleep until we drugged her—and this morning. She couldn’t hardly use her back legs at all. So, Liz took her to the ER.
The ER vet thinks it’s likely she’s ruptured another disc, and she needs surgery if she’s going to keep mobility in her back legs. That’s two back surgeries in three months. Coco’s staying overnight at the hospital so the neurologist can see her first thing in the morning and give us more detailed, concrete options.
Really hard day. Feeling…helpless, hopeless, worried that it won’t work, or even if it does, that Coco’s destined to have surgeries for the rest of her life. I don’t want that. But then again, she’s otherwise very, very healthy and the surgery has a very high chance of success, so why do something extreme like euthanize her if she has every chance to heal, rehab, and be completely happy.
It happened with the first surgery. She recovered to a state of being very content. It didn’t last long, but it did work.
It’s just…scary and exhausting. I love her so much. She’s my constant companion. And right now, in bed particularly, I miss her enormously.