Sarah got a pretty bad cut on her ‘good’ front leg late Tuesday afternoon. Not bad enough for stitches, and we already had Tramadol at home, so we decided to hold off on going to the ER, instead deciding to see how she was the next day to determine if she needed to go to the day vet.
Despite being superficial, the cut was very painful, meaning Sarah didn’t want to put weight on the leg. Remember, Sarah already has a bad front leg. With the good leg injured, Sarah couldn’t walk at all. Every attempt at a step ended with a face plant. Though I steadied her with her collar, it seemed like all I was doing was insisting she stand while choking her.
Somewhere in the sleepless night, my already scattered brain came up with an idea:
Yes, Sarah is wearing one of my sports bras.