Help Luna the Husky Pup Walk (Well) Again
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I never thought this was something I would do, but right now I am in a situation where I don't know what else to do.
In case you happen to see this and you are not someone I already know, hi, my name is Aleisha Reynolds. My husband, Ryan (yes, like the actor) and I found the most gorgeous little husky mix puppy on craigslist back in February. Our cat had just passed away and we found ourselves without a pet for the first time in a dozen years. Enter Luna. She was the runt of a litter of 7. Her mum is a gorgeous purebred Siberian Husky, and her dad is the neighbor's dog who jumped the fence. We lucked out with her cuz she was the last of the litter to get sold, and some people were going to buy her, met her, and decided against it. I will never understand why, but their decision not to get her is the reason I have her today so I will always be grateful that those people were idiots.
My whole life I have wanted a husky, but I had no idea what I was getting into. I had no experience really with puppies at all, and had no clue that husky's are basically the 'cats' of the dog world, and getting her made our lives a lot harder than either of us expected, but we'd fallen in love the moment we saw her picture and we learn quick.
So that's the lovestory/background part.
Now for the part that has been one of the worst 24 hour periods of my life.
Yesterday I loaded Luna into the car to go for a walk, because we have a gorgeous Riverwalk here in Columbus, MS and she loves it. I didn't even make it to the end of our street before I pulled over to the side of the road because I saw a beautiful German Shepherd running loose and we live right near a busy street and I didn't want that dog to get hit by a car. While I was trying to get the German Shepherd to safety, Luna decided to slip out of her new harness and immediately booked it to go play with her new pal.
As is every pet owners worst nightmare, she ran into the road.
The second she started running away from me to play with the other dog I was running after her. I left my car idling with the hazard lights blinking and just ran as fast as I could to catch her. And I saw her step into the road and I saw the car coming, and I screamed her name...
...I legitimately thought I was going to see my baby just destroyed right in front of me...
...she saw the car and she turned to get out of the way but she wasn't fast enough. I heard her scream and watched her collapse in the grass. When I got to her she was gushing blood from a cut near her thigh. I put my left hand on her wound to try to put pressure on it, and I called my husband with my right hand because Praise Jesus my cell phone was in the pocket of the hoodie I was wearing and not in the car.
Yes, the driver turned around and asked if she could help. I have been surprised by how many people have asked if the driver stopped or not. She stopped. There was just nothing she could do. It was an accident. I did not think to try to get her phone number while I was holding pressure on Luna's leg trying to make sure she didn't bleed out.
I called Ryan with my right hand and that man flew out of our house, (not even closing the door, but I called our neighbor and she did that) ran down the street, jumped into our idling car and pulled her up, helped me get this 55 lb baby into the car, and drove like a bat out of hell to the nearest vet.
I do not want to ask for help. I literally hate to ask anyone for help. Maybe there's some psychological thing about middle kids, I don't know. I feel like I have been fighting my whole life to prove to people that I don't need them.
We closed on our house on Monday. First time home buyers. Everything that could ever go wrong happened. We were not sure we would even close on Monday just because so much has gone wrong to mess this up. And guess what? They misspelled my name. So a bunch of paperwork had to get refiled. Because why not. But we made it. We had a house.
And then within 24 hours we didn't know if our baby would live.
I cannot have kids genetically, so yeah, there are those people whose animals are "their kids"... But she is. She's my baby bear. And this is killing me. I would give anything to have my legs be broken instead of hers.
Her fibular artery was severed, and Thank God the vet was able to repair that. While she was able to see at least one break from the xrays, she wanted me to get a surgical consult asap to be able to further assess the damage. She had a guy that she recommended, and he was able to squeeze us in this morning, so we drove the hour to Tupelo. I do like this doctor. He is planning to operate tomorrow and I will get her back on Friday. I got to hang out with her in their caging system until the drugs kicked in enough. If y'all have met us, Luna hates to be alone, more than anything. I will just not go out in order to be with her. But they have been so kind and understanding and just let me be with her.
That's the info as I know it right now. We had to pay $800 last night for all of the bloodwork, xrays, anethesia, medicine, etc. I really hoped we just had the one break and could deal with that. But she has at least 3, and the most serious is her knee.
We have spent all of our savings moving from Texas to Mississippi and buying this house. There is no world where I will give up my dog over a broken leg. She is not even 10 months old and it actually works in our favor here, cuz she is able to heal most of the breaks herself just by being the awesome badass bitch she is. But the knee break is requiring surgery. She's getting 3 pins put in to hold it together. With her bones still growing she should be able to grow back some of the material that broke and over time will be good as new.
What's going to be really tough will be keeping her fairly still for the next 6 weeks. If anyone has any tips on that please let us know! She is an extremely high energy puppy who does not know how to sit still.
In case you happen to see this and you are not someone I already know, hi, my name is Aleisha Reynolds. My husband, Ryan (yes, like the actor) and I found the most gorgeous little husky mix puppy on craigslist back in February. Our cat had just passed away and we found ourselves without a pet for the first time in a dozen years. Enter Luna. She was the runt of a litter of 7. Her mum is a gorgeous purebred Siberian Husky, and her dad is the neighbor's dog who jumped the fence. We lucked out with her cuz she was the last of the litter to get sold, and some people were going to buy her, met her, and decided against it. I will never understand why, but their decision not to get her is the reason I have her today so I will always be grateful that those people were idiots.
My whole life I have wanted a husky, but I had no idea what I was getting into. I had no experience really with puppies at all, and had no clue that husky's are basically the 'cats' of the dog world, and getting her made our lives a lot harder than either of us expected, but we'd fallen in love the moment we saw her picture and we learn quick.
So that's the lovestory/background part.
Now for the part that has been one of the worst 24 hour periods of my life.
Yesterday I loaded Luna into the car to go for a walk, because we have a gorgeous Riverwalk here in Columbus, MS and she loves it. I didn't even make it to the end of our street before I pulled over to the side of the road because I saw a beautiful German Shepherd running loose and we live right near a busy street and I didn't want that dog to get hit by a car. While I was trying to get the German Shepherd to safety, Luna decided to slip out of her new harness and immediately booked it to go play with her new pal.
As is every pet owners worst nightmare, she ran into the road.
The second she started running away from me to play with the other dog I was running after her. I left my car idling with the hazard lights blinking and just ran as fast as I could to catch her. And I saw her step into the road and I saw the car coming, and I screamed her name...
...I legitimately thought I was going to see my baby just destroyed right in front of me...
...she saw the car and she turned to get out of the way but she wasn't fast enough. I heard her scream and watched her collapse in the grass. When I got to her she was gushing blood from a cut near her thigh. I put my left hand on her wound to try to put pressure on it, and I called my husband with my right hand because Praise Jesus my cell phone was in the pocket of the hoodie I was wearing and not in the car.
Yes, the driver turned around and asked if she could help. I have been surprised by how many people have asked if the driver stopped or not. She stopped. There was just nothing she could do. It was an accident. I did not think to try to get her phone number while I was holding pressure on Luna's leg trying to make sure she didn't bleed out.
I called Ryan with my right hand and that man flew out of our house, (not even closing the door, but I called our neighbor and she did that) ran down the street, jumped into our idling car and pulled her up, helped me get this 55 lb baby into the car, and drove like a bat out of hell to the nearest vet.
I do not want to ask for help. I literally hate to ask anyone for help. Maybe there's some psychological thing about middle kids, I don't know. I feel like I have been fighting my whole life to prove to people that I don't need them.
We closed on our house on Monday. First time home buyers. Everything that could ever go wrong happened. We were not sure we would even close on Monday just because so much has gone wrong to mess this up. And guess what? They misspelled my name. So a bunch of paperwork had to get refiled. Because why not. But we made it. We had a house.
And then within 24 hours we didn't know if our baby would live.
I cannot have kids genetically, so yeah, there are those people whose animals are "their kids"... But she is. She's my baby bear. And this is killing me. I would give anything to have my legs be broken instead of hers.
Her fibular artery was severed, and Thank God the vet was able to repair that. While she was able to see at least one break from the xrays, she wanted me to get a surgical consult asap to be able to further assess the damage. She had a guy that she recommended, and he was able to squeeze us in this morning, so we drove the hour to Tupelo. I do like this doctor. He is planning to operate tomorrow and I will get her back on Friday. I got to hang out with her in their caging system until the drugs kicked in enough. If y'all have met us, Luna hates to be alone, more than anything. I will just not go out in order to be with her. But they have been so kind and understanding and just let me be with her.
That's the info as I know it right now. We had to pay $800 last night for all of the bloodwork, xrays, anethesia, medicine, etc. I really hoped we just had the one break and could deal with that. But she has at least 3, and the most serious is her knee.
We have spent all of our savings moving from Texas to Mississippi and buying this house. There is no world where I will give up my dog over a broken leg. She is not even 10 months old and it actually works in our favor here, cuz she is able to heal most of the breaks herself just by being the awesome badass bitch she is. But the knee break is requiring surgery. She's getting 3 pins put in to hold it together. With her bones still growing she should be able to grow back some of the material that broke and over time will be good as new.
What's going to be really tough will be keeping her fairly still for the next 6 weeks. If anyone has any tips on that please let us know! She is an extremely high energy puppy who does not know how to sit still.
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Aleisha Reynolds
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Columbus, MS