Post #2: The one about Hannah.

All right. For the squeamish, I’ll just say that Hannah injured her tail and thus it’s getting amputated tonight. Other than the tail injury, the doctor thinks she’s doing very well, and possibly even getting some sensation back (althought not any useful sensation)– and the tail amputation will make managing her condition significantly easier. In the medium and long-term. In the short term, keeping her from sitting on the stump is going to blow.

So it sucks to cut off her beautiful tail (although it’s not beautiful anymore and wouldn’t be again), and I cringe a lot at the thought of it, but it’s okay. It’s a side-effect of her condition and not a sign of more problems to come. Or so the doctor’s convinced me.

I wish the nightmares would stop, though.

Dante is very affectionate today.

Click on for details about how the injury occurred.

Hannah’s always been of a obsessive bent. When she was 2 or 3, she had fleas and chewed her back raw. She was in an e-collar for at least 9 months before it healed enough that it didn’t trigger her obsessive need to scratch.

Well, we think Hannah’s tail started tingling. And she started chewing on it. We tried to manage it the same way we managed her previous chewing-related injury, by making it hard for her to reach, by keeping it wrapped in a towel. This… worked for a week. But unlike when she managed to get to her previous injury, she didn’t have pain sensations to stop her.

This morning, things were very bad. Not as bad as I imagined it could get, but even not-as-bad-as-I-imagined is much worse in the actual. So we took her to the vet again. They’re very busy today and didn’t really understand the nature of Hannah’s injury until I got tired of waiting and watching her leak blood all over the examining room floor and went to insist on some kind of attention.

I’m pretty horrified by this injury. I had a minor breakdown this morning. The consequences of a back injury are so frightening and, well, creepy– from when I accidentally dropped something on her leg and she didn’t notice, to this experiment with self-cannibalism. And I’ve been pretty stressed by the fear that I’m making the wrong choices for Hannah, and for our family. Visiting the doctor today made some of those fears fade. For now.

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Chrysoula

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2 thoughts on “Post #2: The one about Hannah.”

  1. You just have to do what you think is best for both Hannah and your family. I’ve spent lots of money (and lots of time) dealing with sick pets over the years. It’s difficult to make decisions as to what and how to treat, but we all have to do it. Are all of our decisions the right ones? Maybe they are or maybe they’re not, but we do what seems right at the time. Having just made a big decision not to treat one of my cats, I very much understand how you feel right now. I’m so sorry for Hannah…and for all of you. Hang in there. Things will get better.

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