Chino was the embodiment of pure love. We rescued her when she was only 10 days old and she lived with us until she was 13. She had a full life with us.
After a typhoon she went to the edge of a sinkhole and fell in, she tumbled on the way down and I cried out as there was nothing I could to stop it. I finally reached her and helped her up. She seemed to be okay, apart from her feet. I checked all over and nothing caused her to yelp, so we took it easy for the rest of the day and the following day.
Two days after she fell in, she had trouble standing up and at one or two points crumpled to the floor. We rushed to the vet who confirmed she was paralyzed and urged us to go to a big medical center, so we did. After x-ray and CT the vet told us she had a slightly dislocated vertebrae. She was then bound and given medications.
Over the next 3 weeks, she was given treatment to help her heal, at one point we thought she actually was healing, and bought her home. But we were kidding ourselves as her movement was no more than the first few days after paralysis and she continued to fail nerve tests.
While she was at home, she’d cry out every few hours, pain, discomfort and when she needed the toilet, which she hated to go in the house. After 3 days of living like this (at this point I was in a lot of gut pain and had almost stopped sleeping), we decided if her nerves really were not healing, she couldn’t go on suffering like this. The final test came back as negative…
My poor beautiful little girl wasn’t healing, she was only suffering… There was no choice to be made, I couldn’t let her live like this. So we stopped her suffering, and that’s when mine really began. I still cry today, even though it’s been over two months since she left us now, and I’m on meds to help with my guts and sleeping.