Our little Norah Bean had a rough Saturday morning that
started with a run and ended with fourteen stitches.
David took her and Killian out on the trail behind our
house. She shot right to chase a rabbit, from which she
stopped and returned as soon as her dad called her. The
trail is raised up a bit from the field she was in. So, when
she was running back to it, she jumped -- like nine feet
too early. There were some thorny bushes she attempted to
leap over, and she just miscalculated the distance. Norah
landed on the edge of the trail where there was concrete
and packed dirt. When she hit it, it was with her 80 pounds
of force after being in a full run. Not good.
It could have been much worse. Her wound cut completely
through her skin but didn't get into an artery, the muscle
or any organs. So she was able to walk home and she's wasn't
bleeding much at all. Thankfully, I was there to help David
and he was there to keep me calm. Our vet was open that day
until 1:30 PM. They had time to get her sewn up, and they
did an amazing job. Plus, she can't reach her stiches. So, we
don't have to put her in a collar to keep her from licking it.
So several hours and $700 later (yeah, that part sucked), we
got her home and babied her through the afternoon and evening.
Such a groggy girl. They had to put her completely under
to get her cleaned and stitched, and since they closed early
that day, we brought her home several hours before they
normally would have had her leave. The vet suggested we
put her in t-shirt just in case she would bleed.
My poor baby! I mean, that's a wound and a total heart
breaker. She's still moving a little slow this morning, but
she's mostly back to herself. I think she's having a little
trouble finding a comfortable way to lay. I hope the pain
pills they gave us for her keep her comfortable.
Crazy girl. I'm just so glad she's okay!