I was diagnosed with a torn CCL (like an ACL on humans) back in June of this year. It started when I jumped off of an office chair onto a hardwood floor and I started limping. Once you spend some time favoring one leg, the other leg starts to go. That’s basically what happened.
Since then, my humans had kept me resting and let me do controlled exercise that wasn’t too strenuous. A CCL does not always require surgery(*), sometimes enough scar tissue is created so that the bone can sit properly without moving in the joint, so we gave it a shot. It also all happened during terrible timing where the humans were traveling and did not feel comfortable leaving my recovery in the hands of someone else. The goal was, at that point, wait until January and then make the appointment if it was still bad.
The humans went on vacation in late December and I took full advantage of that by spending the whole week sneaking cat food! That plus the holidays where food is everywhere I put on more weight so they wanted to try and get me down a little more before the surgery so they waited until February.
So now it’s February and it’s not good. Two days ago I did something to my right leg to the point where I could not put any weight at all on it. This meant all of my back end weight was on my other leg which also had a torn CCL. The situation just became dire. So the humans gave me some medicine and called my orthopedic surgeon at Cornell Veterinary University(*) and he got me in the very next day to examine my legs and overall health. He even took blood! That’s MINE.
The diagnosis is still the same. Two torn CCL’s and possible torn meniscus and/or luxating patella in both back legs. They won’t know how bad it is until they actually go into the knee to look at it.
What does it all mean?
It means I am getting the first of two surgeries done THIS MONDAY (February 22nd). It means I will be on “limited movement” for weeks. It will mean no more hiking for a long time. It means struggle. It means sad.