Adventures With Biscuit
On Friday March 28th, our little boy Biscuit was let out with his sister to go potty. We don’t have so much a backyard as it is more of a parking lot behind our house. There are some patches of grass along the fence and on the sides of our house. These are where our little ones are often found pottying and playing.
Well, on this particular day, Biscuit got a little adventurous and decided to run to the front of the house. The front is a small yard and then a very busy one way street. The one way streets are divided by a median, and that was where he wanted to run to. He actually made it across but when he ran back across to come home, he was hit. The woman who hit him said she tried to honk him out of the way but he stopped. Anyway, Adam and I both missed it. I was with my kids and Adam was in the back with Pepper.
As Adam realized that Biscuit was missing he heard a screech. He ran to the front to find him limping from the road to the lawn. Adam says that as soon as he and Biscuit made eye contact, he fell over and didn’t move. Adam was terrified! He ran into the house to put up Pep and grabbed a laundry basket. By this time one of our friendly neighbors came out and helped Adam scoop Biscuit into the basket. Then Adam raced to the vet ER and called to inform me on what was happening. I met him there and we finally got to speak to the dr. They ran x-rays and showed us that he had two broken femurs and a displaced hip.
It became apparent to Adam and I that this was going to become very costly. We had already started the visit with like an $800 charge, just to walk in and have x-rays. Then the dr. informs us that Biscuit was definitely going to need surgery, costing roughly $3000! It is terrible to say, but Adam and I had to sincerely pray and really consider the costs and our current expenditures and where this would place us if we decided to proceed.
This became a very dramatic and emotional time for us. We basically were deciding how much Biscuits life was worth! Granted, he is a very whiny and needy dog, but we had adopted him and basically were responsible. How awful would we be for putting him down at six months old just for money reasons! It really was a difficult time and for the first time in my life, I saw my husband become emotional. But, as he said, this is one of our children.
Needless to say, we approached the dr. about of situation but before we could complete the statement, we were interrupted with the news that he would do the surgery himself for $300!!! At first we were dumbfounded, but once it was repeated we were ecstatic! We couldn’t believe our ears! I of course began to cry. The dr. said he felt bad that we were poor students with a young pup and he didn’t want us to have to put him down. I wanted to kiss this Santa look-alike on the cheek!
Anyways, Biscuit finally had the surgery. It involved two pins in each leg. Once they were inserted he was stitched and stapled back together and had his little naked legs wrapped in a soft green cast.
His sister Pep had to stay at her grandma’s for a week so that he had some time to recoup, but after those seven days, Pep came home and the “physical therapy” began! After about two weeks, he had his strength back, staples removed and was back to running around. It took him a good month to heal enough to wrestle again, but now all is back to normal!
Pep was relieved to see her brother again and we were so happy to have our little boy back home and in good health. Since the incident, Biscuit stays away from the road and plays more carefully. And now he can continue to be the rotten self he is and grow old with us and his sis!
