One leg is not enough to stand on

The day went downhill after that first call from the vet. They were not able to get the leg back into the hip socket. The surgical options were not great either, mostly because Brady only had one good leg. The other rear leg was non-weight bearing because there was a pelvic fracture after all. It didn't require surgery and would heal eventually, but it prevented Brady from bearing weight on his "good" rear leg, which he would need to be able to do to recover from the surgery on the "bad" leg. One of the front legs also had a fracture in the elbow joint, and the chance for a successful repair of that leg was reduced by a deep cut that would have provided an excellent opportunity for a post-op infection causing the surgical repair to fail. With only one sound leg and two requiring surgery, the poor guy didn't have any options. I went to the vet and laid with him for a while and held him for euthanasia.

With Emmylou I felt that I had done everything I could for the dog. With Brady, I could not help but feel that I failed him, and I did. It's our job to protect them and I couldn't do so. I'm damn sick of losing dogs and writing eulogies.