Yesterday morning Roscoe came out of his crate with a limp. He went to bed seemingly fine the night before, but by the time he woke up in the morning he was limping on his right front leg. I made an appointment for him to see the vet later in the day, which was good because by then he wasn’t putting any weight on it at all. He wasn’t crying or acting like he was in pain, but he did seem listless and sad. Poor guy. 😦
Tom took him to the vet at 4:20, and about an hour later he returned him with his leg wrapped in a splint and bandages, like a cast, and some pain meds. They took two x-rays but didn’t see any fractures, but they’re going to have a specialist look at them to make sure there aren’t any micro-fractures in his little paws. Oatie had a similar thing happen a couple of years ago–woke up with a limp–but all they did for her was give her an anti-inflammatory and a pain medication. I suppose they’re being extra cautious because he’s a puppy and his bones are still developing. He’s not allowed to go on any walks, jump around or play fight with Oatie. Still, he seems to be managing just fine with the cast and isn’t sad or listless anymore. We take him back in a week for a check up.