There isn’t much new to share yet. The hospital called and he is awake and doing fairly well. He ate all of his breakfast which was a surprise to the staff, even if it doesn’t suprise us. He is a chow-hound afterall.
They have started reducing his pain medication, and he seems to be tolerating that reduction – so that is a really good thing.
They did try to get him up this morning to go for a walk and he struggled. They say he kept trying to put weight on his missing paw. That breaks my heart a bit, but considering it had only been about 16 hours and he has been out cold or stoned out of his mind for that entire time, I would imagine waking up and discovering an arm missing might take some time to comprehend.
I plan to call them around lunchtime today to see if he is making progress. If he is getting around, we think we can bring him home tonight. I am worried about bringing my big boy home if we would need to carry him. He is 86 pounds minus the weight of one leg – and I can’t lift that. What does a leg weigh anyway?
All said, I and the hunny did sleep last night, though we kept expecting to see him on the floor or would start to say something to him, only to discover he wasn’t there. I really hope he is catching on, because I want him home.
That is heartbreaking to hear that he is trying to use the limb that is no longer there, but he is alive and well so try to focus on that. Hopefully by tomorrow you will be able to post that Sam has made progress. You know sometimes it is the “slow ones” that come out in front.
Sam reminds me of Lincoln, another even bigger golden with an amazing story. Whenever I needed to put things in perspective I would go back and read his blog and I felt renewed and full of hope. Wishing everything good for you guys.