
Sugar...Spice and ALL things Nice...That's my girl...my youngest "daughter"...my honer bunner...pumpkin head...silly willy...sugar booger...moller poller...Molly Girl...Molly Smith.
Sunday afternoon Maddy is reading a book quietly in her bedroom. Emily and I are sitting at the kitchen table filling out her scholarship paperwork for High School...as Molly, our black lab mix, is laying at our feet on the cool kitchen floor...When Maddy bursts in..."Mom, I'm going to the library...I just finished my book!" Not realizing when Maddy headed out the door...Molly followed. Moments later I hear the loud agonizing screams of a dog! I rush out the back door and do a quick scan of both gate doors..which are closed...a sigh of relief passes over me...when I yell to Emily to check on Molly in the house... Emily runs out..."Mom shes not in there!" I run to the front yard...and a car stops and asks me if I have a black dog..."it just got hit by a car!" My heart sinks....I may of had a panic attack...I'm not quite sure...
I arrive at the "scene of the accident" Molly still screaming...and I sit with her...and she calms down...until I touch her right leg. She's hurt bad...Everyone crowded around...I do not know anyone......I keep saying I'm so sorry...we've only been in our new home a few weeks...and she just isn't aware of her boundaries....I have know idea how she go out...probably jumped the small worn out fence. The neighbors say she was chasing a cat...Emily rushed to the house to grab a blanket we used as a stretcher...I almost asked Emily (my 13 year old) to run to the house and bring the car over...I ran over to the house and got it so we would not have to carry her as far...the neighbors helped me put her in the back of my car...The out pouring of compassion and support from our new neighbors truly touched my heart.
I took Molly to a 24 hr Vet Hospital......The whole way..I'm thinking she was clearly in bad shape...cuts, scrapes, her leg is hurt and possibly internal injuries..."Please Lord, don't let her die in the car" Emily is in the third row sitting with Molly...petting and comforting her...Maddy...(who somehow appeared at the scene) is in the second row reading her new library book.
The animal hospital techs were there to greet me and help me get Molly out of the car..we wait and wait...I think at this point Maddy has sampled everything in the vending machine.
We are finally placed in a room when the Dr. comes in. Molly has a..."closed right femoral fracture...." Her right leg is broken....and her treatment options are given to us...fix bone or amputate leg... We are heartbroken...it would not heal on its own...and both procedures are very costly. A few years ago my company offered pet insurance as part of my benifits package...many in family thought I was nuts for purchasing it...Thanks goodness I did. www.petinsurance.com
Now I must decide what to do...and boy was it ever so hard...Molly is a part of our family...we are animal lovers...always have been...always will be... Why do I feel it necessary to make excuses as to why I chose to save Molly's life?
I chose surgery to repair Molly's leg. She's a young healthy dog...the doctor said it was the BEST way to go for Molly to return to normal function....
Molly's home now...she's in quite a bit of pain..and it's going to be a long road to recovery...and at this very moment I'm not sure I did the right thing for our Molly Girl...
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