We left the vet with a prescription for Leo’s joint pain.
But the worst was yet to come…
The doctor suggested surgery for Leo, and that thought alone terrified me.
I couldn’t afford it…
And even if we went through with it, Leo would never be the same.
He wouldn’t be able to chase after his beloved tennis ball…
His joyous zoomies around the yard would be a thing of the past…
And he’d lose his fun, playful spirit.
Even now, Leo seemed like a completely different dog.
Instead of playing, Leo now preferred to lie down and rest.
The most frustrating part was…
We Tried EVERYTHING To Ease Leo’s Joint Pain.
Exercises…
“Joint pain” chews from Amazon…
And even acupuncture.
Nothing helped. I felt like giving up.
I was ready to start saving for Leo's surgery and accept the fact that he'll never be the same.
He would no longer jump up and down in excitement when I came home from work...
He would no longer be able to play fetch with his favorite tennis ball...
And he'd lose his playful spirit, one of my favorite things about him.
But he was just 7 years old. Hopefully, he’s gonna live for another 5-7 years.
I couldn't let him keep suffering in pain, while I experimented with different remedies without luck…
Watching him suffer felt like a stab in my heart.
Even now, as I let him out in the mornings he comes back with his favorite tennis ball with the same spark in his eyes.
But as I throw the ball just a few meters away from him to not cause him too much pain...
He limps towards the ball and stops halfway there.
I can't imagine how much he was hurting.
But before giving up, I decided to call my old friend, Justin Palmer.
You might recognize the name…
But, you probably don't know his story, and neither did I until he shared it…