Because of the way his front legs have grown, his back end is raised up quite a bit higher, which makes for a big dip in the middle, putting stress on his spine. You would have never guessed anything at all was wrong with his legs and back. He could run and jump just as fast as any of the other dogs, despite his funny little walk. He just adapted, he knew no different.
So about a month ago, when he was unable to walk one day, a sense of dread invaded my parents. They had dealt with this before last year, only this time, they feared the outcome would not be so favorable. Last year Baxter had a spinal injury, causing him to lose the use of his back legs for less than a week. He was given steroids, which eventually seemed to help, and sure enough he was back to racing down the hallway and through the yard, just like the other dogs.
This time seemed much more serious. It was obvious he didn't feel good, and the steroids and pain medicine did nothing to help his mobility. For two full weeks, Mom and Dad carried him everywhere. They cut a pool noodle in half to help lift his back end when they were outside with him so that he could go to the bathroom. He seemed depressed and so did his buddy Blue, the blue merle Australian Shepherd. They knew something was desperately wrong. Eventually the pain meds started kicking in a couple days before his follow up appointment. Baxter started scooting himself around the house with his front legs, and his eyes began to brighten again. Was it possible that he could continue a fulfilling and happy life scooting around all the time? That's what my parents began to wonder as the day approached for their follow up appointment at the vet.
Mom and Dad had decided before getting in the car that they would follow through with whatever the vet suggested. They would never let their beloved dog suffer if that's what his future would be. Overtaken by the heart wrenching feeling of not knowing the what the future held for their loving little miracle dog, they set off. Mom brought treats in the car for him, and he took them warily, which was unusual for him. He sensed their anxiety and dread.
When they arrived somber at the vet, bracing themselves, they were relieved to hear that she wanted to continue his treatment. She said they don't put dogs to sleep just because they are blind, and they could definitely work with Baxter to help him adapt, because he was no longer in any pain. Immediately the weight was lifted, and a worried little Baxter became the happy, relieved, and spunky little Baxter that he always was. It was as if he knew exactly what had happened and now he could be free to start adapting to his body in is own way!
He's a very expressive dog with many faces.
The vet recommended finding him a little cart for his back legs that would let him be mobile. She also wanted to keep him on the steroid to see if it will continue to help with the inflammation on his spine. A friend of my Mom's, Shelly Doyle, hooked her up with a cart that strapped around his belly and back legs. At first he wasn't too sure about it, but then he took off! We found some different types of slings online that would be little easier to use than the pool noodle when taking him out to the bathroom.
I made this sling for him last week...
I could not believe the difference in him within a weeks time since I made this sling. When I was there before, it almost seemed like he was trying to use his back legs in the cart. Then, as he would use the sling outside, it propped him up enough to where he could try to move his legs his self. Dad says its his "physical therapy." Which, really, it has been! Not knowing exactly what his injury entails, its hard to say what the outcome will be...but he is back to about 90-95% right now. Its amazing that over the past month, little Baxter has gone from a dog with a spinal injury, to a survivor! We can never know how much pain he has endured and worked through to build up his strength again and push past using the cart, just so he could do it on his own. He is still walking a little crooked, as you can see here, but he is getting there! He ran from the back of the yard to me today when I got there! I couldn't believe it!
I don't think its a coincidence that Baxter happened to end up with my Mom and Dad. I don't think its a coincidence that my Dad was offered a job that allowed him to retire 5 months early. I don't think its a coincidence that the job didn't work out, and he retired as planned. He was able to stay home with Baxter during this enduring time, and give him all the love and care that he could possibly give him. Medicine doesn't heal the body. The body uses the medicine to help heal itself. Love is healing. Love heals the body on levels we will never understand. The love my parents give Baxter, and all of their dogs, helped him to heal. This, my friends, is a beautiful miracle.
Start to notice miracles like this one. They happen everyday, all around us. Especially in our our own homes and with our own pets. Its seems as though we are saving them, but it turns out, they are the ones that are saving us.