What an eventful past 24 hours I have had. Yesterday my precious, little Rockefeller
decided to jump off our bed and tear a ligament in his back right knee. When I heard him hit the floor, I had a bad feeling (because of how it sounded) and then he started crying and crying. I started crying (really haven’t stopped). Of course it was Sunday so there was nowhere to take him in a hurry. I called the on-call vet to see what I should do. He assured me it was unlikely he broke anything from just jumping from the bed and that, more than likely, he had sprained something. I explained that Rockefeller wasn’t putting any weight on the back leg. The doc said if that continued through Monday I would need to bring him in. Well this morning there was no change so off we went to the animal clinic.
Rockefeller was a little gentleman as he got examined. The vet determined that he had torn his ACL. She took X-rays to makes sure there were no fractures…and there were not. However, the torn ACL may require surgery. She is letting him rest for a couple of weeks and has prescribed an anti-inflammatory medicine. Her hope is that the other ligaments around the knee will start compensating for the one that has torn. If not, we will revisit the surgery option. Thankfully, he is not in pain. The hard part will be keeping him calm and restful. I feel awful about it. If only…the guilt plays in my mind. I totally can’t talk about it without crying so it is good that I am just typing. So let’s change the subject.
Even though fashion was the last thing on my mind this morning, I did have to wear something to the vet’s office. Since the weather was very cool, I thought it would be a good day to break out the new-to-me vintage black brogues I found on Etsy. These shoes are in amazingly good shape. Here’s the funny thing…they are a men’s shoe. Pierre Cardin, made in Spain, size 8M. And they fit perfectly.
So I wore them today with this outfit:
Meh. It’s OK. I am having a hard time getting used to “ankle pants”. In school we would’ve called these high waters. Fashion. But I do like the look of the shoes and it was fun wearing my vintage black Coach Willis with them. Good thing it is a fuzzy shot because my face is a mess from crying so much.
And in other news…although I am getting back to the Rockefeller tragedy…I have received two bouquets of flowers today from friends who were worried about me. One of them already knew about Rockefeller. The other did it just because. Aren’t friends the best?
I will keep you posted on Rockefeller’s recovery. Hopefully I can keep him calm and in his kennel a lot during the next couple of weeks. Thankfully, he seems to like it there.