Titan Goes To The Doctor

As usual Titan begged to go out last night around 8pm. Despite the rain, we relented. When Bryan went to bring him in, he wiped his paws and belly as we typically do. However, this time Titan began to growl at Bryan when he wiped his belly. Further examination identified a large (2x4 inch) gash on his belly. First thing this morning- I took him to the doctor. I was very worried as I sat in the exam room chair waiting for the doctor with my beloved Titan between my knees trying to hide. In came the doctor, who quickly glanced at the cut and said- "We will clean and stitch that up and call you when he is done". Before I could object, they whisked my baby away and into the "back" where important things happen. I was speechless. I had imagined a much more elaborate process, examination, and an important and prominent role for me in the whole procedure. To be just pushed to the side lines, left me feeling totally helpless.

I went home and waited. After 2 hours, I called to "check in". The man who answered my call said...."Titan's surgery went fine". SURGERY!!! What did you do to my dog!!! Well, I guess in veterinary parlance, stitches is surgery! He required 6 stitches. They said I could come to get him in one hour.

Upon arriving to pick him up, they brought me a shell of the person that was my dog. He barely looked at me as he wobbled to the car. He did not move again until we arrived home. He found his way to bed and there he stayed until 5pm. Then we took a short walk and back to bed. When Bryan arrived home he started to perk up- but still not quite himself. He did have dinner and now is resting comfortably in bed after getting his antibiotics and doggy-Vicodin.

They assured me he would live..... I think I need some doggy-Vicodin. What a day! Just one more way Titan has worked hard and sacraficed much to teach Bryan and I how to parents.