So over time I've met some really great bloggers out there. And I am always excited to see comments from so many of you. I also know several of you have been concerned because of my past few posts and I think I can finally talk about it - sort of. All I ask is that you all know how much I love my boys so please don't criticize or judge.
On 2/3/17 I came home and only Cass met me at the door. The table in the living room was overturned and I could tell things were broken. I kept yelling for T and he never came. I heard panting up the stairs so I ran up and found the bathroom and T covered in blood. I mean, so covered I close my eyes and I still can see it.
I had to manage to get a 115 pound dog down the stairs who couldn't/wouldn't walk because Mr. Barb was at work and was out doing transports so he couldn't be reached. I don't know how I managed and I think my body still feels it. I get him out to the curb and then have no strength to pick him up and put him in my truck (he usually rides in our SUV). I'm screaming and run to our neighbor's who sees me covered in blood and makes a call to a guy she knows across the street who comes and helps. I drive Booker across town, which I honestly don't remember, and his vet, who is the greatest, rushes out, gets him out of the truck and takes him in for emergency surgery. He ends up with 16 stitches - inside his ear, on his head, on the outside of his left front leg and on the inside of the same leg. The inside of his leg is the worst part of the injury - it's basically in his doggy armpit.
Basically, him and Cass, who have always gotten along, must have found something (probably part of the night before's treat we didn't see) and Cass, who just turned 3, attacked T. Mr. Barb was upset and furious and every emotion in between as was I, except I had the extra trauma of being the one who found him.
Anyway, T got to come home that evening and he is on the mend. Stitches come out Wednesday. Cass is at the vet as I type this getting neutered because our vet feels that will greatly help. We also have a new crate to keep Cass in while we work until we see what happens. The good thing is that even though deeply upset, we are both committed to keeping Cass (it was touch and go for a while) as well as keeping Booker T safe. They have never fought before and I've learned how lucky we were to have had 5 males in the past and this is the first time something like this has happened. Also, T has no fear of Cass and they have gotten along fine since - even though they are being watched and guarded.
So now you know the cause of my nightmares. I don't think I'll ever get that picture out of my head. Plus we've lost a lot of sleep while T has been healing and have been emotionally put through the wringer.
Thanks to all my blogging buddies who have been worried and please understand why it's taken a while to talk about this.
Now back to our regularly scheduled blogging.