I made all these big plans last week for what I would do to promote my business, I had a couple of blog post ideas that I thought I would launch, but all that came to a screeching halt on 08.30.16 at 9:00 a.m.

I had a little trouble sleeping the night before, and had to work a long shift that day so I thought I would try to sleep in for a bit longer. All of a sudden I heard the door fly open, and a rush of foot steps heading towards my bedroom door. My dad bursts into the room in a panic, and  starts shouting, “Something terrible has happened, get up!” I asked him, “What’s going on? What happened?” That’s when he told me our little boy, Rascal, was hit. He said, “He’s still alive, he just took off yelping, and I don’t know where he went.” After searching for about 20 minutes(what felt like an eternity for me), we finally heard him yelp from under a nearby bush.

The poor little thing was in such shock that he was completely white from head to toe, and holding up his right leg. I finally was able to catch him, and hold him still long enough for my brother to get our truck so we could take him to the vet. Once we got him there someone was able to come out, and help us lift him. We waited for about 40 minutes so they could do a full x-ray on him, and so they could give him pain injections.

When we finally got to talk to the vet, they gave s a pretty grim prognosis: A broken pelvis bone, and he may lose the use of his leg. My head was pretty much spinning at this point, and spinning even harder once they told us what we could for him. Surgery would actually be ideal for him, so they could put a plate in his hip, but it was way out of our price range($2,000-$5,000). The other options they gave me over the next day or so had me so upset I didn’t really know what would be in his best interest. They told me I could put him to sleep so we wouldn’t be in anymore pain, or put him on cage rest for 4-6 weeks because the bone could heal with time. 

I wrestled with what to do only because I didn’t want my little boy to be in any pain, and it was so hard to watch him. After talking with God, and praying about what to do I ultimately decided to keep in on cage rest. I am so glad I made that decision, because he is sitting right beside me, and already doing so much better.

When we brought him home, he did yelp whenever my brother would pick him up to go outside to do his business, or whenever he would try to move too much. It’s been less than a week, and he’s only yelped once since those first couple of days, and he’s been picking himself up. His mood is already improving every single day, and I am hopeful that he’s going to be well very soon.

He’s our little miracle boy, and I can’t wait to see him running around outside very soon.

Love,