The Gonz

The Gonzo isn't feeling well.  He took a bad jump while Dylan and I were at work.  Dylan got home and found him walking weird and arching his back.  Dylan tried petting him, and the dog almost passed out.  OFF TO THE VET!!

Hours, x-rays, $$$, and bottles of meds later-- we found out that Gonzo probably slipped a disc.  He's on opiates and has to be kept in confinement for 3 weeks.  He can't jump or walk stairs or do anything sudden.  This will keep him from injuring his vertebrae further and requiring major surgery.  Hopefully, he'll make a speedy recovery and we can avoid surgery.  In the meantime- he's pretty woozy and snoozy.

Everyone keep Gonzo in your thoughts (and prayers if you do that sort of thing).  He's the best little man of all time and I don't like seeing him in pain :(

Its hard having to face the truth that my little man won't always be around.  I adopted him as a grown pup, so our time together might be shorter than the average pet experience.  Its a reality that has always seemed so far off and abstract, that I never really dwelled.  Gonzo's accident made me freak the f- out.  Garbanzobean is mortal?!?!?!  NOOOOOOO!  He is possibly 12 now.  Ugh.  Can't even.
I love my little best friend so much.