First, Rufus (and his humans) would love to thank everyone for their well wishes. We have been truly touched by the support and kindness y’all have shown us. It was a very traumatic day yesterday, and I think for the most of it, we were all in complete shock.
Now, here’s your update: Rufus FINALLY peed early evening (after eating dinner and getting his pain medicine) and that was a much needed relief for everyone. Last night Rufus and I slept on the floor in my office; it just seem like a safer option to the tall beds. It was a very long night. He started in the crate with his cone on and with me laying next to him. We then transition to him outside the crate, laying next to me with his cone still on and then we finally ditched the cone around 2 am. Rufus is surprisingly a good boy and when I tell him not to lick his wound, he obeys. We’re so lucky in that respect.
Yesterday Rufus yelped and whined a lot and showed significant discomfort when moving, but today is a new day and he seems to be doing much better – thankfully. He took his breakfast, his antibiotics and pain medicine this morning easily. He appetite seems good. He has had his morning elimination outside and all seems to be good considering all that he endured yesterday. I even gave him a few minutes of supervised sunbathing.
I’m on a self-imposed house arrest and will be spend the next 24+ hours with him – every minute, but I’m hopeful (at this point) that his recovery will be fast and easy. The stitches can’t come out until 13 more days, but I’m really much more optimistic today from what he has shown me.
Two things friends:
1) According to a chart in my vet’s office, Rufus is the equivalent to 60 years old in human years. And for me that’s the part that hurt the most; that my old man had to experience this trauma at this point in his life. And although it might take a little longer to heal (as it does for all of us as we get older), I’m am confident and committed that Rufus will make a full and complete recovery.
2) I have to, of course, give a BIG public shout out of appreciate to our two girls: Emily Sue and Lily Blossom. Yesterday as I was carrying Rufus back to the car from the beach covered in sand, sweat and blood – the two girls walked themselves right by my side, dragging their own leashes, to the car without incident. Remember it was just me and the dogs meeting a friend (who we insisted stay behind and enjoy the beach). They have also given Rufus lots of space at my request. Nurse Lily is probably the most curious of the two, and slept with us last night on the floor. Emily has an obvious upset stomach because we can all hear it gargling, and she was up last night like 4 different times to go outside. Her poop seems to be solid so… I think perhaps it’s just the stress from everything, and under the circumstances she’s being a complete superstar.
I believe these things happen, and it is how we handle them with grace that makes us better people. I’m also grateful to have very supportive family and friends. People were even willing to come in from Texas to help, but thankfully that’s necessary. Today Rufus and I are feeling much better and we’re very humbled by the outpour of love, support and kindness. Thank you all for making a very difficult and ugly situation better. We’ll keep you posted on Rufus’ progress.