Last night we drove down to the MedVet in Cincinnati to visit Molly, who has been a patient there since last Wednesday. She is being treated for partial paralysis and severe pain in her back legs. Because nothing about Molly could ever be characterized as “easy,” it took multiple tests and days to figure out what was wrong with her. The diagnosis ended up being intervertebral disc disease (IVDD), which Molly has a history of, and which is common in dachshunds because of their long spines and short legs.
They took us back to the ICU to see Molly. I was honestly expecting the worst. Jess opened the door to her crate and Molly practically threw herself into Jess’s arms, she was so happy to see her. This was a big and extremely welcome change from when we visited her Thursday and Sunday. Then, she was lethargic and down, and just not herself. Not the case this time.
I took over holding Molly, and after a few minutes she dozed off in my arms, and soon was snoring. Eventually the staff came by to take Molly away for surgery, and Jess and I went outside to wait in the car.
While Molly was in surgery, we grabbed dinner from the KFC across the street. Around 9pm, the surgeon called to tell us the procedure was a success and Molly was waking up and recovering well. And just like that, for the first time in a week, I felt like I could breathe again.
Molly will come home with us tomorrow or Friday, once she’s a bit stronger.
Anyone who has known me for a while knows that I am not historically a “dog person.” I may still not be a dog person, but I am most definitely this adorable, aggravating little lady’s person (and her brothers’ person, too [even Kirby]).