1 week, doing great!!

Here we are at 1 week!

I’ve learned so much this week! I’ve also learned to ask for help.  He ended up having his surgery a week early, so the surgeon we got wasn’t the one we had been consulting with.  I hated his surgeon. We  just didn’t communicate with each other well. She wouldn’t even let us visit him post surgery, stating he would get too excited and then it would take hours to calm him down.  I am hoping I can have his post surgery follow up with his regular vet and not the surgeon.

But, on a good note, I cannot believe how quick he has rebounded. He is hard to keep rested!! He’s trying to run on leash, and is starting to get back to his old self

 

Day 1 being a tripawd

24 hours post surgery 

After suffering a Brachial Plexus Avulsion on 12/09/16, we tried everything we could to see if the left forelimb would regain use, but it never did.  And then he started gnawing on his dead arm, so we had emergency amputation done 02/11/17…. And now we are officially tripawd owners!! I’m sure I’ll need a thousand questions answered in the coming weeks!! Thank you all!

Baxters Poem

You may have already seen this poem.  My husband wrote it just days after the accident and I submitted it to TriPawds, and I know they reposted it.

My poor husband beat himself up about taking him out off leash that night.  And I know he saw the impact, a sight he says he’ll never be free from.

About Baxter poem:
It wasn’t your fault, Dadda
It was me who wanted to play
With my bestest dog friend Boomer
In the worstest, bestest way
It wasn’t your fault, Dadda
I was only having fun
I can’t be leashed up all my life
I have to play and run
It wasn’t your fault, Dadda
you saw me running free
And running strong and running fast
How simple life can be
It wasn’t your fault, Dadda
How could you have known?
That a car would come and bite me
And break up all my bones
But you scooped me up and saved me
And you hugged and held me tight
And I knew it at that moment
I was gonna be alright
You took me to the doctors
They fixed my mouth and then
They put me back into your arms
And you took me home again
I know I have to go back
And they’re gonna take my leg
But I want you to believe me
And you don’t like me to beg
It wasn’t your fault, Dadda!!
And I think that you’ll be awed
When you see me love you twice as much
Even when I’m just 3 pawed

The driver who hit Baxter

First things first, we place no blame on the driver for the accident. Baxter ran into the road. There’s really nothing he could have done differently to prevent it.

BUT……. I do have an issue with a few other things.

We never spoke the night of the incident, although he did stop.  We scooped Baxter up and ran for the vet. The next morning, about 15 hours after the accident, the driver pulled in our driveway. At that moment Baxter was on the operating table. I got very emotional as I thought how shooken up and concerned this man must be. He must care…. he came back right?

I started crying telling him BAXTER was going to be ok and we understand he couldn’t have stopped and we hoped he didn’t feel any responsibilities.  He cut me off when I said Baxter was going to ok and said ” Well that’s good for him, but you need to look at the damage on my car and who’s going to pay for it?”

At that moment, my insides turned. It killed me a little. I was wrong, he didn’t care.  He never asked how he was, what’s his name, are we ok, and even not being his fault….. the word sorry was obviously never to be heard. He asked my husband to come outside and look at his car. That’s all he cared about.

Apparently, the responsibility is ours. Our property (Baxter) was not on a leash and caused damage to his personal property.

But who is so cold and uncaring to come back looking for money? If I hit someone’s pet, I’d be at their house asking if they were ok? And  accident happened. We’ve paid emotionally and financially more than he’ll ever realize.

He’s 85…… I’m 41. If he wants money from me for damages to his car, fine. But I’m not gonna make it easy. Take me to court buddy. And we all know how slow the wheels of justice turn……

Photos of Baxter (pre-surgery)

Just standing around, stalking the cat!
His pond he loves to visit
Say cheese! Pre jaw surgery so not sure how smile will be!
His bed…. his old bed. We need an orthopedic one I guess.
Baxters 1st Birthday!!!
I’m a scary crocodile for Halloween!! Boo!!
Baxters 1st Birthday collage
Hanging at the park with Mom
“I have no idea what happened….maybe the cat?”
Sitting on tables is fresh BAXTER!!
Puppy Baxter
He loves his toys, just a few months old
He came home and curled up like a little nugget ❤️