On Friday our dog,
Punkin Doodles, was injured. Bob had run errands and just returned home.
Checotah and Lola came out to greet him, but
Punkin didn't come - which was
unusual.
Checotah had blood all over her face. Bob wondered where
Punkin was - he called and called for
Punkin, but she didn't come.
Punkin is very obedient and comes whenever called. So, Bob thought
Punkin might be injured and maybe out in the back field, so he started walking out that direction. He didn't see her, and turned around to head back towards the house.
Punkin was limping towards him from the house. She must have been under the porch. Her left back leg was just hanging there and she was hobbling on three legs and was bleeding. Bob loaded
Punkin into the truck and headed for the
veterinarian's office.
Bob thought that maybe
Checotah and
Punkin got into a fight, but the veterinarian said the injury was much more serious that what an animal could do. He thought she had probably been hit by a car.
Punkin has been sedated and has been made as comfortable as possible. The veterinarian didn't expect her to make it through the night - but she did. On Monday we will have to make a decision. Bob and I are so sad.
Punkin has been our baby for 12 years. We love her very much.