A new hip?

Our little Milu has been limping lately, not much but I have noticed. I brushed it off at first as to she's just moping around because the kids are gone. I took the fact that she was sleeping on Alex's bed every night as a depression sign, a boy and his dog...

Then in the past few days, she's been hanging with me in bed, she's not allowed but how will Marta ever find out? Wednesday morning she cried out load getting off the bed so I examined her and through her tennis ball 50 times and she seemed fine. I was still not convinced so our neighbor took her all day and at times she acted a bit sore.

So, she spent today with me at work, everybody noticed that she was limping and they all gave her love and I haven't seen you in forever attention. Then we went to the vet.

The first vet was to busy so I had to do plan B, take her to our old vet. Some examination,x-rays and a few hundred dollars later his conclusion is to have her hip replaced.

J; Any other options?

Vet; Pain pills.

J; What are the chances on a surgery.

Vet; 50/50.

J; So that's that?

Vet; Tell you the truth, put her down would be best.

J; Thanks Doc, I will think about it.

We pay and leave. I start the car, tears are streaming down my cheeks, I start to sob heavily, whom ever said driving while talking on the cell phone is the worst has no idea of how different things can make it even worse.

Milu and I are going down Park West boulevard, driving Marta's car because it had gas and is more comfortable for Milu.

That's when it happened, Milu talked to me like she has talked to all of us that know her, her famous howl.

She responded on the pain meds and if that is what it takes, I will pay that, I don't care how much it is.

If you think I get stupid, tell me so, all I want is for the little Milu to be here for ever and beyond. We have a second opinion come Monday, same verdict I go some where else, come five of the same verdicts, I'll throw in the towel.

Tears are coming out of me like there's no tomorrow, our little Milu.