So, our baby ruptured a disk in her back. She's not really a baby at 8 years old but she's our princess. We are really, really bad pet owners because we let her get fat. Granted, she probably would have slipped a disk anyway because it's rather common with bassets but it's still awful. I noticed on Tuesday that she couldn't support her weight on her back legs. Rushed her to my vet who then referred us to a neurologist at the UNC vet teaching hospital in Raleigh. Did an MRI and took her into surgery the next evening. She came home Friday with 19 staples in her back and an 8-inch incision. Obviously, she's on strict bed rest for 4-6 weeks. She is such a trooper! Hasn't had an accident in the house AT ALL. We have to towel-walk her (put a towel underneath her and support her back legs) but she is so awesome. Unfortunately, she weighs 65 pounds which is KILLING my back! Chris has already slipped a disk and has had injections in his back. I refuse to let him make his back worse. He's leaving in a couple weeks anyway, so I have to do this by myself no matter what. Shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck.
On a different (yet no less bizarre) note, my human baby is turning 13 tomorrow. Jake was born two months premature, weighing 2 pounds 13 ounces and 14 inches long. Today, he is at least 3 inches taller than me and his shoe size is five sizes larger than mine. He is absolutely smarter than me, funnier than me, better looking than me and so incredibly talented it just blows me away. I love this kid to pieces. I am truly blessed to have him in my life.