I loaded him up in the car and off we went--driving 100 miles with one hand while the other hand cradled him against me, his broken leg hanging loose.
|Driving with one hand, holding Pablo with the other.|
By midnight we were at a pet emergency hospital where the break was affirmed. AT 9 AM we were at another vet's where he was sedated and x-rayed.
He broke his thigh--the drumstick. Lots of talk ensued, along with a consult to a veterinarian who has done the kind of surgery Pablo needs.
Lots of issues to consider, like his age of 45, some bone density loss, the surgery itself, the four pins that will go though skin, muscle, and bone to fix the fracture and encourage healing.
Then, the post-op care. Will he pull the pins out? Will his old bones knit? How will he take to no more perching in his cage, but living on the bottom of a plastic storage container (clear)?
Surgery is scheduled for Thursday.
So much concern for this little guy who has been a part of my life for almost 30 years.