Today has been a hard day.
Last night we came home and our big buddy Thor our Newfoundland Dog was missing. We were worried right away because he is not one to wander. He would rather sleep on a bed of nails outside our front door than go on an adventure away from us. In fact he is so attached to us that he complains bitterly and very loudly if he has to sleep in the entrance-way rather than in our room. So when we came home and he was gone we were shocked. It was dark and we looked around with our flashlights and called for him, but we could not see him anywhere. James got in his truck and drove around trying to find him, but in the dark he had no luck. I posted to Facebook and as many groups as I could in the hopes someone would know where he was.
Early the next morning we found a post from a local good Samaritan who said she had seen him about 10 km from our house on the highway. We threw the kids in the vehicles and took off to look. James went one way and I went the other. I found him a long way from home, huddled in the ditch whimpering. I pulled over and ran to him, he looked terrified and when he heard my voice tried to come to me. My heart sank. He could not move his back legs. I felt sick, I started to cry and just held on to him. James pulled up behind me and came to help me. We carried him in to the truck and drove right to the vet.
At the vet they did some x-rays and concluded that both of his ACL’s had torn. In a small dog, this can be corrected with surgery with pretty good results. But in a 150 lb giant, the results are not as great. He talked us through some options, and gave us some pain medicine and gave us the green light to take him home and decide.
It’s been heartbreaking. We have to hold him up to help him walk outside to pee. He has spent the day sleeping on a pile of beds we made for him. As for right now we have some really hard decisions to make. The surgery the vet suggested is much to large of a financial burden for us to carry, and it is an awful feeling to have to choose.
The part that breaks our hearts the most and confuses us is how he got so far from home. There is no way that he walked all that way (he wont even do a 2 km hike with us without a nap part way and he was well over 10 km from home) and why he ended up with these injuries. With the nature of the injuries and the account of the passer-by witness it seems as though he jumped off the back of a truck. All day we have been trying to figure out a scenario that makes sense. Did someone pick him up? And if so why? Did someone try to steal him and he jumped out of the moving vehicle? We just don’t know. All we know is that he had a very scary and painful night alone in the dark, and he will never be the same. I hope all of this was not for some person to make a buck.
So keep our sweet boy in your thoughts and we will let you know how he does. The next little while we will know more, and hopefully he can recover enough to still have a happy life. Little Chef and Little Sous Chef enjoy him so much it would be so sad to see him go or not be himself.
- For an update on Thor read HERE