Poor Boo

This was our big-little girl Brady (Brady-girl, Brady-boo, or Noel's fave nickname for her: Chumba Rumba), one week ago tonight. She was not doing well. After an expensive day at the vet on Wednesday, we were told that she had a strained neck and to keep her on "crate rest." Well, crate rest wasn't going to work, but she usually managed to find a corner to herself and stay pretty immobile on her own. I was really sad to find her here on Friday night, in the bathroom closest to the sliding glass door. I think she was looking for refuge from the boys and the noise, and couldn't get very far. On Saturday morning she woke me up barking like a seal, within inches of my ears. You can't get mad at her...she was just in a lot of pain.
A follow-up call from the doctor on Sunday revealed to us that an another technician looked at her x-rays and thought she might have a slight herniated disk. (I think. I normally need these updates in writing...or to write them down...to get them right. I was running out the door and didn't grab a pen.) Ouch! Not good...and can potentially get worse, yes?
I'm happy to report she rebounded quickly after we got a couple of days of pain meds and prednisone in her and is now doing well. Along with her neck strain, her chronic eye and ear problems flared up, but with a lot of attention we can get those under control. She is high maintenance! Good thing she's so sweet and much loved.