So in April I had a small stroke. It was hardly noticeable except my speech was mixed up at times and finding a word was hard for a few weeks. I ended up being alright. I was blessed many times over.
Now we are entering a new season of life. Our dachshund, Lucy, has injured her spine again. This happened 18 mos ago and we spent a small fortune on surgery. The degeneration in her spine has progressed again and now she is paralyzed from the waist down. Lucy will have to be on complete rest for several weeks with NSAIDS until we determine if she will walk again.
My head is spinning. I truly believed that the last surgery would be the cure that she would need for the rest of her life. I didn't think we would have a cart dog with wheels. I never thought I would be manually expressing my dog's bladder so she can pee. My heart is breaking when I look at Lucy. She is a 90 MPH whirlwind of energy. She runs after balls until she is exhausted. She is a bundle of energy waiting to blast off.
Now she is sleeping in a pen, on pillows, and not able to walk. My heart is hurting so much. It hurts for her. Does she understand? Is she confused as to why her legs won't work? I hope she isn't sad.
I will continue to ask God for a healing for her. I would love to see her up on those legs again. I have to hold on to hope.
I hope she does too.
