Here, for your edification, are the X-rays of dear Paisley's leg. There is, apparently, no new break (since his Monday siezure) but there is, of course, a great deal of abnormality caused by years of living with a shortened ulna. His pronounced lameness, the vet says, may temporarily improve. Unlike me, Fenway Bartholomule, poor cloud dog can't expect much in the way of a full recovery. Not having the $$$$ for surgery to fuse the joint, we are working on making some sort of rigid splint to support the limb and prevent further degeneration. That is, the humans (with their space-age material inventions and their opposable thumbs) are working on making a splint; I am working on giving cloud dog brayful looks of support and encouragement every time he totters into the yard to relieve himself. As always, he fears me (me?!) and keeps his distance. Ears to you, Fenway
How sad!!
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There must be someone in Mississippi that can help this poor critter.
That makes me so sad and angry at the same time. I hope someone takes the poor guy in :(
ReplyDeleteYeah, FB it. If 52 TBs in Ohio can be placed in a week*, well, one poor little donkey ought to be no trouble. What a darling boy.
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My first donkey (Corky) was a similar mess when I rescued him from a wealthy, but stupid man. I think animals that are saved from such fates as this poor fellow's turn out to be great and grateful companions. I sure hope this one finds a compassionate informed new owner.
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