Ok, little Peaches is now a 3 legged dog. She was pretty much 3 legged already as a result of the whole hit-by-car thing, but now it’s official and much more aesthetically pleasing.
The last time I amputated a leg at the shoulder was 16 years ago in vet school in my first year anatomy class. Our cadaver dog’s name was Reba, after Reba McIntyre, the country singer. I think we named her that because she had red hair, like the singer.
I still remember, to this day, being creeped out by just how easy it is to take the whole arm off. The dogs arm/shoulder blade unit is basically strapped to the body by a bunch of muscles whose names I forgot years ago.
Essentially, you cut about 4 muscles loose and *poof*, off comes the shoulder blade. Literally, just like that.
Next you tie off a bunch of big, scary veins. Cut through those and a bunch of nerves. Cut some more muscles and *poof* the whole leg comes off.
In practice, it’s not quite as easy as it sounds. Frankly, I’ve confirmed that I definitely prefer medicine to surgery. I’m glad I did it though. It was an experience.
The pain control experiment went really well, she never cried or whimpered, and she’s resting comfortably.
It’s 6:00 now, and there’s a big glass of red wine calling my name, so I’ll post pictures next week.
Well, here’s one of her in recovery…