Needless to say, today hasn’t been a good day for our Tankers folks. He’s got this look on his face that just begs you to leave him alone and let him rest.
He’s limping badly… When I say badly, in some steps he looks like he’s going to hit the ground. Poor guy, you feel so bad for him!
We gave him all his meds, gave him pain meds, and sent him to bed. He looked so pitiful when I told him “bed”, that in the end, he won, and I ended up moving his bed into the bedroom so he could sleep on the floor next to me. Most nights he’ll try to get into the bed with me (it’s 50/50 as to whether I let him or not, so he knows not to expect it), but last night he didn’t even try. That’s how you know that poor boy is hurting something bad.
We really need to figure out a way to get his surgery moved up, but absolutely NO vets will do a payment plan for the surgery, even with his history of surgeries.