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Ria’s Surgery and Recovery

The rescuers took Ria to the vet and found that her paw was too badly injured to save. Initially, the vet was only going to amputate the front part of the paw, but the bone had become infected, so they had to take the whole front legs. The rescuers raised funds on social media and managed to get enough to cover the surgery. Then they asked if I’d be willing to foster Ria while she recovered.

I was reluctant because 1. my house was already pretty full with my own pets and a few foster pets and 2. I was going on a 2.5-week trip to the US in October. If I didn’t, they were going to send her to a shelter, which of course isn’t a good place for a puppy recovering from a major operation! So I said I could take her in for two or three weeks.

They wanted to bring her to me the very next day after her surgery! Fortunately, the vet recommended waiting one more day, but she was still in bad shape. She looked so depressed, even worse than the night she’d spent here. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to eat. And then she started crying through the night.

sad dog in a cone

I didn’t have any instructions on what to do or what to expect. She was given two baggies of meds, rather unhelpfully labeled “painkiller” and “antibiotic” to be taken only once a day. It didn’t seem like enough.

So I did some research and found the Tripawds forum, which has been so helpful! After reading some pain management articles, I was even more convinced Ria hadn’t gotten the treatment she needed. I contacted the vet the rescuers had sent her to and asked specifically what the “painkiller” was and also if she’d been given any blood tests before surgery and whether it was safe for me to put flea treatment on her (I’d found a flea and had also learned that another dog recently rescued from the same area by a different rescuer had tick fever).

The vet replied that the “painkiller” was a simple anti-inflammatory! That’s like a doctor saying, “Just had your leg amputated? Take an ibuprofen once a day and you’ll be fine!”

They had removed many ticks from her and put on Advantage, so the flea I found must just not have died yet. However, they had not done any blood tests before surgery because of the rescuers’ “limited budget.”

I got Ria to my own vet as soon as possible and they prescribed her gabapentin and did a full blood test. Sure enough, she tested positive for tick fever, which causes anemia and lethargy. It requires a course of doxycycline for about a month, but symptoms start to resolve quickly.

My vet also advised me about changing and removing the bandage and wound cleaning. The rescuers and their vet didn’t seem to know anything about that either.

That night, Ria didn’t cry since she was on the medication. She started to perk up, get excited about food and hop around a little in her playpen.

Ria’s Story

Her Background and How She Came to Me

In early September 2023, I got a call late at night asking if I could foster an emergency rescue case just overnight until the rescuers could take the dog to the vet the next day. I didn’t know those people well, but taking in emergency midnight guests had started to become a common thing for me in the past couple of months. Knowing it would be difficult to find anyone else awake and willing to help, I agreed.

They brought the dog to me around 1am and briefly told me her story. They’d seen a Facebook post about a badly injured stray puppy at an apartment complex called Casa Ria. The resident who posted told them the puppy had been beaten with an iron rod by another resident. Apparently, she was the only witness and refused to make a police report or post these details publicly for fear of repercussions. The puppy had been wandering around with the injury for some time, but as the resident was elderly, she couldn’t catch her herself and didn’t know what to do.

The rescuers called the puppy Ria, after Casa Ria (maybe not the best name for her considering what happened to her there). Understandably, she looked miserable and terrified.

I put her on the porch in a playpen with a blanket in it for the night and carefully kept my own excitedly barking dogs in the house so they wouldn’t run out and scare her more. David, my outdoor foster dog, got a bit nosy when I gave Ria some food, but at least he gave her some space. The poor girl had no interest in eating.

All I could do before the rescuers came the next day was make sure she had water and was as comfortable as possible, which wasn’t much.

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