Two nights ago she was howling in pain anytime she moved. After being stuck in one spot on the couch for hours and a failed attempt to move her without hurting her, we decided to take her in to the vet.
Turns out that Sophie has Intervertebral Disk Disease. Basically she has slipped/bulging disk that can be very painful. Since it is inflamed, there is a chance it could rupture. This would not be good. I don't even want to think about it. Right now she is on pain meds and anti-inflammatory medicine. The poor little pup has been under our bed only to come out for a short time once or twice a day. She's hardly eating or drinking. It's so so sad.
It's hard for people who have never loved a dog to understand why a sick dog would cause so much heartache. I guess it's not so much the fact that she is sick that has me worried, it's the fact that we're just waiting for it to get better or worse. The fact that she hasn't shown too many promising signs of feeling better saddens me. I hate that she wants to be under our bed. She never wants to be there. She always wants to be looking out a window or perched up on something in the middle of everything. I just wish she'd come out from under the bed.
Hang in there "Tophs." We're doing the best we can to take care of you. But for now, I'll keep crawling under the bed to give you pieces of chicken since that's the only thing you'll consider eating.
The things we do for dogs :)
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