Sunday, March 6, 2011

The sad tale of the damaged Doodle

Yesterday was such a beautiful day down here in the south end of California's Central Valley. Following our completed Saturday rounds, the spouse and I settled in the backyard to enjoy the late afternoon sun, the air and the critters. Weather like this draws the cats out, as it's warm enough to comfortably rest their aging frames in the sunny spot of their choice.

Darby was busy being his Doodlebug self, zipping around after the birds who dared to light on the lawn, barking at the neighbor dog to try and draw him to the fence line and coming back our way repeatedly so we could egg him on to his next adventure.

Then came Bob, the neighborhood cat who, judging by his frame, is pretty well fed by someone but doesn't seem to ever get indoors, as we find him hanging around at all hours of the day and night. Given the frequency with which he bounces over to visit us (when Darby's safely indoors, as Bob is a bright boy), we're of the mind that he may be angling for an upgrade from family friend to family member, but I digress.

Bob rarely comes into the yard when Darby's outdoors, but every once in a while the dogs on the other side of the fences seem far more menacing than Doodlebug so he takes his chances. Other times we may pop outside without being aware that Bob's in the yard, so Darby gets a romp. We never knowingly let Doodle out when Bob or Brindle (the other stray) are crossing through the yard unless they are well, well out of reach. It's not that Darby would do anything to hurt them, because he absolutely wouldn't, but because we have no reason to terrorize a couple of cats who don't cause us any grief.

Darby saw Bob and it was game on. The Doodlebug did a couple of figure eights trying to cover every inch of turf where Bob might have left a scent-print, head high and tail as high and tight as it gets. Little dude was having the time of his life, right until he wasn't.

There was no magic sound, no yelp, whine or whimper. He just stopped in the back corner where he nearly always stops at the end of his runs to make his last bark-howl of victory, only there was no sound of triumph issuing forth. Just the sight of him limping, or more accurately, hobbling back to the patio.

Frak.

Eleven months to the day after his knee surgery, the Doodle appears to be broken once again, the pain emanating from his body posture matched by our own pain and sadness at seeing him suffering. We brought him in and kept him as comfortable as he'd let us, hoping against hope that it was something strained, rather than damaged.

No such luck. This morning he was every bit as bad as last night.


(For those of you playing at home, that is not the leg that was operated on last year. It's the other one.)

Shortly after taking that sad little video, which is not great but might be worth having the vet look at for perspective, I dug out a spare Rimadyl we had from his surgery and gave it to Darby, hoping it might ease his discomfort. It appears to have helped a bit, as he seems to have gone from horrible, awful pain to just really uncomfortable.

We'll be calling the vet first thing in the morning, paws crossed that it's not as bad as it seems.

12 comments:

Jana Rade said...

Poor guy :-( It is a fact that the other knee often goes too, sooner or later. Of course would be nice if it didn't, but that's the statistics.

Jasmine's second knee went still during her post-op on the first one.

The only upside here is that this can be fixed and after that there won't be any more ligaments to tear.

Which surgery are you going with?

(((hugs)))

Judi said...

Awwww! Poor Darby! That does look painful for both him and your wallet. No fun all the way around.

Vicky said...

Jana, I'm unsure as yet, since when Darby's other knee went it turned out not be nearly as complex as we all thought it might. The vet just had to move the kneecap aside, deepen the groove in the femur and put it all back together, with a slight shortening of the ligament to tighten down the kneecap.

He's moving better with the Rimadyl in him, so at least I no longer want to cry when I watch him get up/down from the floor.

Thanks for your kind words.

Judi, if bad things come in threes you might want to watch your critters. Anne and I already have spots 1 and 2.

Jana Rade said...

Oh, I see, you're talking about luxating patella, for some reason I thought you meant ACL injury! :-)

Sorry, by bad. Yes, fixing luxating patella isn't as complicated choice as with ACL repair.

The Rymadil would certainly help the pain. The kneecap, if it remained "popped" needs to get back to its rightful place.

(((hugs))) and good thoughts.

Pamela said...

Oh, I'm so sorry for Darby. And I know how terrible it is to see someone you love suffering. I hope the doctors can fix him right up.

Vicky said...

Jana, we (including the vet) thought it was an ACL issue last year, but once the orthopedist got him on the table it wasn't as bad as we thought. I doubt this is an ACL issue, either. More likely another loose knee at best, or a soft tissue injury from overcompensating. It just kills me that he's been so unhappy today.

Au and Target said...

Oh poor, poor kitty! We're purring that everything is fixable and that the pain stops ASAP. Meow from Malaysia! http://blog.lepak.com

Jana Rade said...

Yeah, I hear you, I was watching Jasmine limp for what it seemed forever.

I agree that it is more likely to be the same issue, rather than a different one.

Lavi said...

Oh no, poor Darby... I'm so sorry to hear his knee broke down after having gone through the same thing on the other leg... I hope the surgery will be a success and he'll be a happy fully-recovered Doodlebug soon.

Lori @ According to Gus said...

I'm so sorry to hear this news. I just quick checked your FB page to see if there was an update. I hope you heard some good news yesterday.

We're thinking of you all. Tummy rubs to Darby. I hope to see a good news update soon!

Lavi said...

I hope this could cheer you up. I nominated you for the Memetastic Award. Hope to hear some good news from you.

Laurie Kessler said...

You mentioned the neighborhood cat "angling" to become more that just "friend". I have a new neighborhood cat that I have named "Cleo 2.0", after Cleo the First disappeared last winter. Doug and I regularly feed her, and I'll admit she fills the void my beloved Cleo 1.0 left behind, as I soooo loved that cat, my dear garden buddy, and fellow toad patroller. I can tell she wants an upgrade to "family member", but it just can't be since Poopie and Fatty Boy are declawed. Sigh. But we'll see how long she sticks around. We'll just enjoy her while she's here. Live and Love in the Present.

 

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