Freddy's had an accident

Phone call on Thursday at work from the vet - somebody had brought Freddy in after having run him over.  Apparently Freddy just ran under his car wheels, which I can't say surprises me.  Freddy and Raffles both trot backwards and forwards across the road, and while mostly they look, sometimes I think they don't look hard enough.

"Is there hope?" I asked.

"I think so," said Ashley.  She's the office manager for the vet practice and also a foster parent for Cats Protection - in fact she's Freddy's foster mother.  She passed me over to the vet who explained that she thought Freddy had fractured his pelvis, and his head was bleeding, and he'd broken a tooth.  They needed to do X-rays and they thought he would need surgery.  Also they wanted to refer him to a more specialist team, and if they could get him a place there that day he would need transport.

I was stuck at work in London, and wasn't sure I could get back in time to ferry Freddy over, but fortunately La Marquise was at home and came to my rescue, or rather Freddy's rescue for which I am eternally grateful.  She also later came round with some consolatory red wine and the latest Janet Evanovich which was pretty much what I needed.

So anyway, the good news is that they sedated Freddy on Friday and took a closer look at him.  They decided they didn’t need to operate for his pelvis – they think it will get better by itself.  He has a broken jaw, however, and they’ve had to wire his mouth almost shut – there’s just enough room for his tongue to come out.  They’re feeding him by tube at the moment but hoping that if he can learn to lap they can take the feeding tube out.  He’ll also need 3-4 weeks of crate rest with no jumping.  They’re also a bit worried about one of his eyes so are putting eye drops in and keeping an eye on it.

I'm hoping we can go and visit later today.