
After recovering from all of his parasitic issues, which took quiet awhile, Rogue finally began to grow. Things were really looking up for him in the health department, and we enjoyed the holidays, and began to look forward to Spring and warmer weather. In Spring and fall I love to take hikes and bring my pups along, I had neglected leash training Rogue until such time, so that when coupled to his brothers on hikes, they could train him. Before we could hit the trails though, the boys were due for heartworm prevention renewal, and flea and tick prevention.
In December our amazing vet had retired, and the boys were not due for anything until April, so I didn't search for a new vet until that time, knowing that in a pinch we could just see another vet at the practice we had been going to. On April 1st we tried out a new vet, going just for a well check to renew prescriptions for Heartgard and Nexgard... Julian and Maurice went first, everything was in order and they received clean bills of health, then it came time for Rogue. After palpitating his knees the vet on duty told me that his knees were in very bad shape, the left being the worst, and that I needed to act quickly before arthritis set in, and have them repaired. She said it was one of the worst cases she had ever seen... in just 4 months his knees jumped from a grade 2 to 4.
Before I even left the office that day, I booked an appointment to have him neutered and evaluated by the vet who does their orthopedic surgeries. I spent the next two weeks researching, crying, and feeling helpless... Some wonderful friends established a GoFundMe account to help with the cost of surgery, and gifts from an amazon wishlist began pouring in. While I strengthened my resolve to support Rogue in any way possible, I grew to love him even more fiercely. He would never walk alone, and I learned, neither would I...

On April 18th Rogue checked in to be neutered, he had a retained testicle that would also need to be located and removed, as well as several retained baby teeth that needed to be pulled, while he was under they also did xrays of his hips and knees to evaluate. When I dropped him off that morning I asked the secretary if they would call me when he was finished to let me know he was ok, she curtly replied "No, he will be ready between 3-5pm." Those 7 hours were some of the worst in my life... left to worry and wonder if he was ok. I arrived promptly at three to pick up Rogue, and asked to speak with the vet who preformed his surgery, I was told I would have to go speak to him while he semen checked bulls if I wanted to speak with him at all...

He told me that Rogue would need three procedures combined into one surgery on the left leg, and then they would see if the right leg would self correct. I thanked him for his time, and asked the vet tech to show me the xray which I snapped a photo of knowing full well I would not be using this practice again. Nearly an hour later they finally bring me my boy, he is a trembling mess and has TWO incisions and 5 stitches total, even though the vet told me that the testicle was in the canal... I left before realizing I had not been given pain meds, so I turn around and go back, to be told that they do not give pain meds... I demand that they give me pain meds and am only given enough for 4 days.

The next day I call a highly recommended veterinary surgeon and schedule a consult for 4/27. It takes Rogue a good two days to fully pull out of his anesthesia cloud, this being because they used old school injectible anesthesia. Three days post op he falls over from the standing position, pulls his left leg up and begins screaming, I massage the leg until I feel a pop and he lowers the leg again. Before surgery he showed no signs of pain, now he needs PRN Rimadyl for pain and discomfort, he falls, slides, and his gait is even more compromised than before. I begin counting the days until he can be seen by the new surgeon...