I’ve kind of dropped off the grid the last couple days. Sorry about that, it’s not really typical for me to skip posting two days in a row (unless I’m traveling or it’s the weekend). We’ve just been dealing with some stuff over here at Casa de Mitchell and there’s not been much left in me to type out.
Doc hurt his leg (y’know, the bad one) getting into the bathtub for bath time on Sunday. This is not atypical, jumping into the tub has always been a strain on his legs and hips.
He followed up the mild injury by taking a bad fall while trying to make it up the stairs. This compounded the problem, changed it from a limp to a disability.
We kept him in his crate all day Monday and yesterday, letting him out for stretches, water, and bathroom breaks, but he struggles. A lot. The wood floors are challenging for him, and he’s so scared of slipping on them that he just stands in fear and refuses to walk on them.
His other back leg is in no great shape either, and the strain of supporting the weight of his back end on its own leads it to shake and tremble before betraying him and making him fall.
Wes and I spent half an hour trying to coax Doc out of his crate last night. We wanted to take him out to the bathroom one more time before bed, but he wouldn’t stand up for us. We tried enticing him out of his crate with treats and peanut butter but he wouldn’t. He was more scared of falling than he was desirous of peanut butter.
We finally had to dismantle his crate around him so that Wes could lift him out from above and help him make it outside. We’re keeping him out in his kennel now because the floor there is concrete and not slippery at all.
This whole episode has really thrown me off my game. It tears me to pieces to see him struggling like this. It’s not like this all the time, which is why we haven’t put him down yet, but knowing that this kind of injury is always just a bad run up the stairs away, well, quite honestly it makes me not want to do this anymore.
I’m not sure whether this makes me a bad person, or a bad pet owner. Is it wrong to say I’m tired of watching my dog struggle?
Wes says Doc’s quality of life is normally very good, that he still plays with his toys and eats and gets affection. I can’t quite see it that way. When I look at Doc, I see a dog who loves being with his people but who otherwise has nothing else to look forward to in life.
I see a dog whose opportunities to run, play with other dogs, fetch, and swim were taken away by a freak leg injury that happened when he was less than a year old. Yeah, he’s still happy to be around us but that’s the only thing in life he’s able to enjoy anymore. The best it gets for him would barely even register for other dogs.
Especially coming off watching my Dad’s health decline, hating the cancer for every pleasure it took away from him until the only thing he could do that brought him enjoyment was use the computer and watch TV, I just feel spent. Doc got injured right around when my Dad was diagnosed with cancer, so their health declines have thus far been eerily matched.
I really do wonder if it makes me a bad person for not wanting to do this anymore with my dog. My heart, still so tender and raw and pained, rebels at the prospect of watching Doc get marginally better again, better enough to hobble around anyway, only to know with sick certainty that his next injury is simply a matter of time.
Wes argues that until Doc doesn’t want to live anymore we should continue to keep him as safe as possible, and that we’ll know he no longer wants to live because he’ll grow lethargic, unwilling to play, and unwilling to eat.
I argue that there’s only so much I can take, and there’s only so long I can keep watching my dog struggle to do normal things. Like stand up.
Does this make me a bad person?

My Dad’s memorial is today and I’m sitting here in his kitchen procrastinating on getting ready. I have the notes for my speech all written up, I’m trying to sate the butterflies in my stomach with sour gummy snacks (it’s not working), and I’m watching my husband and brother watch a program on UFO’s in the living room.