We Can Rebuild Him...

Walter made it through surgery with flying colors! The surgeon called Walter "one tough little cookie." He decided to use a super-big screw in Walters leg this time, as the last one, the typical one used for pugs, didn't' hold, all the bones slipped out (yuck, twisting in my seat, ouchie....) he hopes THIS one, the "tough Cookie" size does hold.
it WILL!

The screw will hold!
The screw will hold!

That said, we have a loooooooong road ahead of us with physical therapy and whether or not he walks again, well who cares as long as they're making dog wheelchairs with flames on the side?

The important thing is he survived. He lived.

Oddly, our neighbors had an estate sale today, they both moved to assisted living and have no need for...well anything anymore. nice clothing, memory foam mattresses, sculptures, designer couches, China, silver tea services, every stick of furniture, its all for sale. I wandered thru while waiting for vet to call and I was struck with a) how nice all their belongings were, and b) how absolutely none of it mattered in the end.

Nothing in our lives matters - unless it has a beating heart. The rest is landfill.

Love to you all.

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POOP UPDATE!

After Walter's surgery, when the bone was corrected, the vet tech said he POOPED THREE DAYS WORTH OF POOP!!!!

YES YES YES!

What kind of cocktail does one serve at a poop party? oh boy. Forget I asked. Champagne!