Posted by Jeanne on December 9, 2009
It has snowed approximately one shit-ton here in Omaha. The schools have been closed for two days now (and are closed tomorrow) and our street is a nightmare.
Our backyard is beautiful and pristine though. Yesterday I got off work at 2 and Curt got off work at 4, and we planned to have a quiet evening at home with a pot of this soup. I made it with both turnips and potatoes for a little twist, and also to use up a few turnips lingering after Thanksgiving. However, it was not to be.
About 6:20 PM, just as I was finishing up making the soup, we heard one of the dogs crying in the backyard. It was Kira, our greyhound – she seemed to be frozen in place, and I ran out to her. She had badly cut her chest and torn the skin from her right leg on a small wire fence we have (had) around the garden.
We took her to the emergency vet, and headed home. Neither of us felt like eating, so I blenderized the soup and put it away. Today we went back to the emergency vet’s in even more snow. I’m still not entirely sure how we made it – we had to push the two-door Honda Civic several times to get it through the snow, and a drive that should have taken about 15 minutes took us an hour.
She was referred to a specialist whose office is right next to the emergency vet’s office. After a substantial amount of discussion, we made the decision to amputate her leg instead of trying to do a skin graft. There are no words to describe the horror I felt while telling someone to anesthetize my dog for the second time in 24 hours and cut her leg off.
We got home about 11 am, and I realized then that I still hadn’t eaten. I managed an egg sandwich about 12, but my heart wasn’t in it – I ate because I knew I had to, not because I really even wanted to.
At 1 PM the vet called and said that the operation was done, that everything went well, and that she was coming out of the anesthesia well. I was unbelievably relieved to hear it, and everything has improved since then. We’re now the owners of a three-legged greyhound and chubby chihuahua, but they are our little weirdos to love.
I feel certain that at this point you are dying to know why this has anything at all to do with soup. Honestly – very little.
But I have to tell you, when we had that soup tonight, it was the most perfect thing. It made me feel like everything was going to be all right – that we would get through this, that our beautiful Kira will be just fine with three legs, and that the world is not the bleak, awful place it seemed this morning as I pushed the car in the ridiculous snow and wind to go find out if my dog was going to survive another day. Soup daze indeed.
Hug your pets tonight – Kira is staying at the vet’s office until Friday, and it is weird in our house without her. And maybe have some soup.