February the 27th has been an eagerly anticipated date for us since Cookie first ruptured her cruciate ligament back in December. When said like that it doesn't seem very long ago, but it has felt like a very long time for us, and I'm sure it's felt even longer for her.
So February the 27th was the date that she was going back for her final x-ray and hopefully her discharge when we could start getting her back to as normal as Cookie ever gets. She has been walking really well, the length of her walks being gradually increased and there has been hardly any sign of a limp. All was looking really well that was until the early hours of Tuesday.
Just 24 hours before this magical date that we had so eagerly anticipated we were woken at 4 a.m. by Cookie crying out loudly and sounding in real distress. As you can imagine there was a sudden rush to hurriedly pull on clothes and rush downstairs to see what was going on. When we got down there Cookie was lying on her side in the doorway and seemed totally unable to move.
Every time she attempted it she cried really loudly and lay back down again. She was lying on the 'bad' leg and our fears were that something had happened to it and every time she tried to move it was causing her really awful pain.
Everything went through our minds - another operation was the big fear with obviously more dragged out recovery for her. First and foremost was how could we even move her to get her help? She was sort of wedged in the doorway and we decided that if we could get her out and gently roll her over she would have the good leg underneath her and she may be able to move. We tested each movement as we went and she seemed ok, no crying out so I gently dragged her out of the doorway.
We then managed to get the harness onto her and we decided to try and help her to her feet. By now it was breakfast time and all of the dogs were getting excited as usual and so we thought we'd see how she reacted to food. We thought that may be the chance to try and get her on her feet because moving all of her legs one by one didn't seem to be causing her any pain. When the bowls appeared she was up, albeit very gingerly but she didn't seem to have any limp at all which was good news, but all a bit odd.
We decided to give her just a little food just in case she needed any sort of surgery and she very keen for breakfast. She was eating fine, standing ok and we were baffled. It was only when she dropped a piece of food and went to retrieve it that she cried out again. Cookie being Cookie though just kept trying to get it even though each time it was obviously hurting her and she had food still in her bowl. We picked the food up for her but it seemed it was her neck that was causing her pain.
She finished eating and went out as normal so we decided to give her some painkillers and see how it went. As the day went on it seemed to improve which seemed to be pointing towards a muscular problem. After her dinner she slept for her few hours but when she got up she was crying again so to be on the safe side we took her down to our vet to get his opinion. He checked her over and she seemed ok with very little distress. He said he thought it was muscular as well but gave her a painkilling injection and suggested we confirm it at Liverpool when we took her for her x-ray.
We spoke to Ed , the Vet at Liverpool before they took her down for her x-rays. He checked her over and seemed happy that it was nothing more than a strain. The great thing there is that all of the specialists are in one place so he also took her to see the neurologist and she also thought it was nothing serious. Three vets, two specialists all agreed....
It seems that Cookie had woken up with a stiff neck and decided that it was worth waking the whole house up and giving us some added stress. Well it wouldn't be Cookie without the histrionics I guess, but after all that her x-rays came back fine and she is officially discharged. Maybe we'll have a week or two to recover before the next instalment of drama ....you never know.