I wanted to post, and catch you up on the Indiana Dunes trip, but things took a devastating turn here. Our sweet golden retriever, Finn, suddenly became paralyzed over the course of an hour.
A week ago today, Finn was fine, happy, playful, and annoying, as puppies are--he's still only one. Then he couldn't stand up well. Then he couldn't walk. Then he couldn't get up at all. Then he couldn't lift his head. We took him to the emergency vet, and after time and overnights and tests, we've figured out he has an autoimmune disorder. There's 30/30/30 chances here--30 he recovers fully, 30 he recovers somewhat (and there's a range here from "mostly recovered but can't do this physically strenuous thing" to "recovered means he can lift his head up and maybe support his weight if you stand him up, but he can't walk"), and then 30 he doesn't recover at all and declines further.
These are obviously not great odds. We had some hope yesterday and the day before--he was lifting his head more, he was holding a position we put him in that he previously couldn't, etc. Today, he is noticeably worse.
Our hearts were so sad after we lost our last dog, Telly. Telly was old and had a great life, and it felt like Telly found Finn for us to help heal. Finn is our sweet boy, just a puppy, who loves to be with us, snuggle, and begrudgingly goes on hikes with us. This is some kind of terrible nightmare.
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This is gutting to read. Poor sweet Finn and his poor sweet family. Thinking of all of you and hoping for the best possible outcome <3.
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