Patton had knee surgery on Monday and it was pretty traumatic for both of us. As his dogmother I have felt very conflicted over the surgery for some time now. This is in large part because Patton has yet to learn to speak English, and although he understands a vast variety of English words (most of which revolve around food or how to go about getting food), we still have a little bit of a communication barrier. I feel terrible for being unable to explain to him what and why this is happening!
He has had a luxating patella (loose knee cap) since he was born. It has slowly progressed to being permanently out of socket and the cartilage was completely worn. After talking to and being told he would need surgery by four different vets (one of which is my neighbor and very good friend) and doing a bit of research I finally decided this surgery would help restore his quality of life. And although he may not ever understand the surgery, I'm hoping he soon forgets about it when he is walking, running, sitting, and playing without pain or discomfort.
It's hard to do what's best for those you love sometimes, especially when they don't understand what or why you are doing it.
He made it through surgery and I was granted the luxury of staying home with him today while he's getting used to three-legged-dog mode. He does not appreciate the E-collar (bedazzled by the vet staff) nor being crated. He puts no weight on that leg yet.