I left Magster in bed and went to investigate...as i got closer to the sounds - it became clear that my knights were at it again...trying to kill each other. From experience i knew that i should not open my front door coz then they would bring the fight into the house...and I DID NOT WANT BLOOD EVERYWHERE!!
So i crept out the back door to see how bad it was. Usually they would tire out and just bleed through all their cuts and gashes sitting where they were too tired to continue. I considered going back inside to let them tire out...before breaking it up as it could be really bad news for me...
I walked towards my garden hose...still unsure (BTW their daddy isn't around that morning...he had taken the car to go hiking) of what to do...then i just grabbed the hose and made my way back into the fight...As i approached the twisting dogs i realised that something was not right with Poppet...it was his eye...it had popped out of his eye socket.
I panicked...ran into the fight...pulled at wolfie, screaming for him to let go of Poppet...turned the hose on full blast...AND HE STILL WOULD NOT LET GO.
I cried out in anguish...knowing deep down that the damage was too severe and that my Poppet, my first dog, my darling love bug would be blind in one eye...(my crying and screaming attracted the neighbours but not a lot that they could do...)
Eventually Wolfie let go and Poppet skittered away to the corner of the Porch...I stood between them - both bloody, both tired and both hurt. I opened the back door and ordered Poppet inside whilst keeping an eye on Wolfie to make sure that he did not move in for the kill.
I followed my Poppet into the kitchen where he sat one eye dazed and the other protruding out...i checked for dilation of his iris and there was none...I never understood what anguish meant till that day...I never want to feel it again.
I scrambled for the phone and tried to contact their daddy so that he could come back with the car to bring Poppet to the hospital. I called and called and called...no answer...desperation....lots of it...frustration...lots of it...and then anger! I was angry that he decided to go hiking (part of his reason is for business as one of the participants of the hike was a malay cfemale client) . I was angry that his business was more important than us...pissed off but still frantic...
my mind searched for people who could help me in the shortest time possible (it's funny sometimes how clear the mind can become) and then it occured to me that my neighbour who does animal rescues will be able to help...she had a car so i called her.
She responded in doubletime (thank god for good people like her) and took me to the nearest animal hospital (and the best...she knows them all) but it was closed or not open yet. She then tried calling another hospital to try to get the surgeon to be ready when we arrived...and we suffered a lot of angst with the way the emergency service numbers were handled...all the while she was comforting me that we might still be able to save Poppet's eye.
I had Magster with me...somewhere in between the chaos i had gone down to get dressed and retrieve my baby Mags. I took him along coz i did not know if Wolfie would go bananas on him since Poppet is not around.
Eventually we arrived at the hospital - their Daddy had eventually called back and was given the terrible news and was making his way back into KL. I went in to see the surgeon with Poppet whose protruding eye ball had now been flooded with blood. If there was a way to save his eye half an hour again...it was gone now. The vet advised that the eye cannot be saved and must be taken out completely. That was when i broke down...my poppet with his beautiful brown eyes hurt so terribly. I consented and left to wait outside while the procedure was being performed.
Daddy eventually found the hospital and was all angry. So was I. But we weren't angry with each other - we were angry with the situation. My neighbour had since returned home to deal with her own domestic doggie squabbles.
Finally, the vet announces that the surgery is over and was a success. We go up to see him in recovery room and he is still groggy from the drugs but he recognises us...his left eye is swollen and stitched shut. Because of the swelling you would still think he had his eye. But the vet assures us that it is no longer there. all his other wounds and gashes have been stitched up neatly - i could not help but admire the tidy work of this doctor compared to other vets that i've seen.
So we took the boy home and put his bed in the living room to rest with a bowl of water at the side. We had a lot of decisions to make and they were tough ones...i was not looking forward to them or to being Wolfie....
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