13/09/2024
On Sunday evening, I went for a walk in the forest with the puppies, just like on many other days. I was talking on the phone with Mikko and watching the puppies run on the even forest floor. Suddenly, Duke started screaming and limped towards me on three legs. I immediately started checking his leg, but couldn’t locate the source of the pain because the puppy, who was in shock, was yelping at every touch on his body. We headed home, and once there, I was able to examine Duke more thoroughly. I pinpointed the pain to the second middle toe of his left hind leg. The toe felt "tense," but it made a strange crunching noise under my finger.
On Monday morning, I immediately called the vet in Ivalo and booked an appointment for an X-ray. Duke was sedated, and I lifted him onto the X-ray table. When the first image appeared on the computer screen, I thought, 'What the hell?' The image showed a paw with one bone pointing in a completely wrong direction. The bone in his toe had detached from its growth plate and broken. How is that even possible?
The vet in Ivalo said they hadn’t seen anything like it before and consulted an orthopedic specialist in Oulu.
We got a surgery appointment at the Oulu animal clinic for Thursday morning at 8:30. The clinic was over 500 km from Ivalo, so we set off on Wednesday and stayed overnight along the way.
When we arrived at the clinic, we did the usual check-in process and waited. I met the orthopedic surgeon, and Duke was given a sedative. I stayed until he was asleep, lifted him onto the X-ray table, and before leaving, I asked the nurse if I could be present when Duke woke up. Duke’s surgery took about three hours, the longest hours of my life. While waiting, I did some shopping and picked up a bag of various enrichment toys for the patient.
I went back to the clinic to wait, and soon Duke was already in the recovery room. I was greeted by a groggy puppy who, of course, had a bit of a panic attack when he saw me. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Duke to calm down, and I carried him to the car. The nurse came to put a pain patch on Duke’s back, which would need to be removed after a couple of days. A large bald spot had been shaved under the patch.
The trip home went very well – aside from a couple of funny yelps, the little guy slept peacefully despite the ridiculous lampshade on his head and the silly cast on his leg. At home, we set up a safe "studio apartment" in the hallway, where Duke will spend the next four weeks. He ate normally and drank some water – and the cherry on top was that before bed, we even managed to get a kilometer-long p*e out of him. For safety, I put Duke in a metal crate for the night, and Chena came inside to keep him company. 🩵