A lot of you started reading the blog after Melvin lost his tail. Back then, we didn’t have a ton of readers so whenever I post photos of when Melvin used to have a tail, it surprises people. I mean I know you don’t sit and think about Melvin 24/7 (although what a delightful day that would be!) but I’m guessing that most of you just figure that he came to me without the tail. Not the case. His previous owners surrendered him with a full tail.
If you don’t feel like working today or if you need a screen to stare at to pretend to work you can read the pre-amputation posts HERE (start at the bottom and read up) and the post-amputation updates HERE (start at bottom) and a few follow-ups HERE (you got it, start at the bottom).
For those of you who enjoy the cliff notes version (in the form of one giant run-on sentence)… Melvin got happy tail during our move because there were so many boxes and he wagged that tail hard and furious and one day his tail turned into a blood sprinkler and then there were weeks and weeks of trying to wrap it and there was more and more blood and it was so worrisome and frustrating and then infection set in and the tearful decision to amputate (I cried, not him) then the amputation was postponed then ultimately amputation for real this time followed by MONTHS of healing (because hey, it’s Melvin and we take the leisurely route) and you will end up with the nubbin version of Melvin.
I get asked (by strangers), probably weekly, why I… ‘docked a labs tail’, ‘cut off his tail’, ‘was so selfish to chop his tail off’ (this one I THINK is because they guess that I like wine and his tail was knocking it over too much??). Anyway…there are a lot of judgers out there. I usually say ‘he had to have an amputation due to injury’ and walk off. But sometimes, when I can sense the tone of big-ole-jerk, I just say ‘because I did’.
If I’m with someone who knows the story they will say ‘you should tell them how tormented you were, how much sleep you lost over the decision, how you tried everything to save it’. My feeling about that is, it’s over. That was a long time ago. Melvin doesn’t have a tail and he is fine. In fact when I was agonizing over the decision the vet said: the biggest impact will be on you, because you will know he doesn’t have a tail. He won’t care. In fact, he’ll be happy to not have it wrapped, or infected, or painful.