“We’ve only had our new dog for a week and we’ve broken her already.”
This was my first thought last night when our rescue dog Bella was injured during a family soccer game in the garden. It happened in an instant. Someone (who shall remain nameless but wasn’t me) accidentally trod on her leg as she darted behind them to get to the ball, she immediately yelped, threw her furry little head back in pain, lay down on the grass and refused to get up.
As a newly appointed ambassador for the Sydney Dogs And Cats Home, the shelter where we adopted both our dogs, this was not a good look. Would I lose my title? We were meant to be giving our Bella a happy new life, not breaking her.
The whole family crowded around in concern to examine her. She didn’t seem to be visibly in pain but she was holding her front foot in an odd way and couldn’t put any weight on it.
It didn’t look good.
A 24hr emergency animal hospital had opened up a couple of suburbs away last year and I’d made a mental note in case I ever needed it.
It was 8pm. I needed it.
My eldest son carried her to the car and I drove to the animal hospital. We walked inside to a packed waiting room where the mood was calm while also being chaotic.
There were several dogs, many people and a couple of cats in carry cages. One man had blood all over his t-shirt.