it was just another ordinary day at our house, with me working on something in the office when i heard cocoa running down the hall at breakneck speed just burning off some energy like she often does when she gets "the zoomies." i was just chuckling at her silliness when i heard her cry out - really loudly, and more than once, and my heart stopped as i ran out to find her laying on the floor just looking at me for help. i knew she must have jumped up onto the couch and then taken a flying leap off the back and just landed all wrong. i picked her up and held her for a bit while trying to carefully check her out and see if there was any obvious injury. she calmed down pretty quickly, but when i put her down she was avoiding putting any weight on her back right leg.
while the vet didn't have any available appointment times, when i explained what had happened they told me to bring her in and she'd basically be on standby. they'd let the doctor know that she needed to be seen, and he'd come in and check her out between appointments. and so i dropped her off as instructed and then went back home to wait for the phone call to let me know what was happening.
it took a couple of hours, which had poor teddy so confused. he spent the whole time sadly moping around the house and following me everywhere i went, gazing mournfully at me like this:
the vet finally called to let me know that he'd had a chance to take some x-rays and look her over, finding no broken bones which was good news...but the bad news was that she'd managed to completely tear her ACL. yikes. and since it wasn't just a partial tear, that meant surgery. double yikes. poor little cocoa.