When you adopt a dachshund you learn that their long backs
are their weak point. Henry was a young,
athletic dog. He caught possums and
birds. He would fly off the couch to
confront any new sound that might threaten the household. And we worried about the toll our stairs,
steps, and his flights onto and off of the couch would take on his back.
For my part, I built ramps.
We had a ramp for every couch in the house and for our bed.
I had a series of ramps built so our
dachshunds could come into and go out of the house without jumping or climbing steps.
A small ramp led from the mudroom up to the doggy door in
the wall. Another short ramp led from
the doggy door in the wall to the backyard porch. And then a rather long ramp carried the dogs
from the porch to the backyard lawn, four feet below the porch. We put a fence and a gate around the porch so
PD and Henry wouldn’t be tempted to take the steps. I put a lattice fence along either side of
the long ramp so they would not be tempted to jump off when they were only half
way down.
Still, dogs don’t always make the best decisions. Henry took one of his flying leaps off of the
couch one evening and hurt himself. He didn’t
let us know he was hurt until later. Not
until he had aggravated his back by going down the front steps.
Henry was hurt bad.
We were scared. He never cried,
he just wouldn’t/couldn’t use his hind legs.
We took Henry to our vet and had him checked out. Henry was given some pain medication and we
took him home. Henry did the mandatory
crate and rest routine. He got better.
And then, Henry hurt his back again. Henry had no feeling in his back legs. He was walking on his “knuckles.” We went back to the vet. The vet told us that there was a place in San
Antonio that could do the back surgery on Henry. We were also told that there were more
failures than successes with back surgery.
Our vet was also not in favor of putting Henry in a wheelchair. He reminded us that dogs in a wheelchair
needed a lot of help with bodily functions/elimination. He suggested we keep Henry crated for a
couple of more days and that we watch him.
So we did.
The next day, Henry seemed a little better. And then he got worse. I called the vet. It was time to try surgery. I got the name and phone number of the
hospital that did back surgery on dogs and gave them a call. We were at the hospital three hours later.
The new vet examined Henry and determined that he would be a
good candidate for the surgery. We left
him in their hands. It was a long, sad
drive home. But at least we had hope.
We returned a few days later to pick him up.
Poor Henry. They had
shaved off a large patch of hair down his back, and he had a lot of staples
over his spine. One of our friends had
put their dachshund through the same procedure.
She had described her dachshund as looking like a football after the
surgery. She was right. With the bare skin and staples, he really
did look like a live football. Henry was
so glad to see us, and we were equally happy to see him. It didn’t matter what he looked like.
We were warned that Henry might not get back the full
function in his rear legs. We watched
Henry over the next few months as he got better. He was wobbly at first. Sometimes it looked like he was trying to
walk sideways. And standing on three
legs to pee was a challenge.
But Henry got stronger and he regained his footing.
I knew Henry had made a good recovery when he caught his
next bird.
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