Surgery Looming

While at doggy park today, a new dog came to play.  He and Guinness had a wonderful time chasing each other.  They were running in circles -- and I saw it happen again -- exactly like it happened the last time.  He stumbled in his run, then was limping.  I knew exactly what it was:  he had blown his right cruciate ligament.  Fortunately, Grant was at home.  I called him to come pick us up.  Today is Saturday.  Late afternoon.  No vet available except expensive emergency vet.  No reason to see a vet.  Keep him calm.  Monday is a holiday.  We have to wait to see the vet until Tuesday.   :\

We were told when he blew his left cruciate ligament  at the end of May 2009, a dog which does that will likely blow the other one within two years.  We were beyond two years!  I thought we were safe.  Not. . .

I knew we were facing months of recovery plus another $6000 for surgery, therapy, meds, special equipment, etc.  Could we really afford that again?  I asked Grant if we should put him down or let him live with a bum leg.  Grant said we had to fix it.