Eleven days ago as I passed the couch, I stopped to rub Maggie's cheeks and tell her "You're so cute!" She was laying next to Madeleine on the couch. There was no food present. Mabel was not around. After I praised Maggie she launched herself Olympic style, straight into the air. She attacked me for absolutely no reason. When she shot into the air, she attacked my face. She bit my nose, BUT WOULD NOT LET GO. After about one second of shock, I realized our Maggie was growling, snarling and hanging from my nose. Yes, that is right. HANGING. Maggie weighs 20 pounds. I was screaming and so was Madeleine who was a mere two feet from this happening. I was calling out to Jesus for help. THANK GOD Madeleine did not try to pull her off my nose or I am confident my nose would have come with her. I reached in her mouth and with each hand grabbed a jaw and pried her mouth open. I threw her off, onto the couch.
I knew instantly something was very wrong. I asked the kids if it was bad. The looks on their faces told me yes. Emerson ran to get Brian who was sleeping(he works third shift). I grabbed a clean wash cloth and held it on my nose as blood was running.
Brian said he wasn't sure if it needed stitches. I am sure he said that out of wanting it to not be so bad, because this really didn't make Maggie look good. When I pulled off the bloody wash cloth, I saw the top/bridge of my nose looked like it caved in where her teeth sunk in. It looked like a bloody valley. I fainted, but Brian caught me.
Almost three hours in the Hospital Emergency Room. The Physician's Assistant who stitched me up "began sewing in the Army". I said,"But those guys in the Army don't care what they look like." He laughed and then told me it would be okay. He trained with a plastic surgeon. Even took his calls in the middle of the night when the plastic surgeon didn't want to get up. He said he would see if he could find the plastic surgeon in the hospital if I preferred. Wasn't necessary. He did a fine job. I just wish the doctor who came in before the PA began, agreed to one more stitch on the side of my nose. The PA wanted to do it, Dr. said it wasn't necessary. Now it is healing, but a dark bump is there when it could have been flat and smooth.
The next day I screwed up my courage and got on the floor with Maggie. I told her I still loved her. If you can actually believe it, she lunged for my nose again. After the attack, I was quite jumpy, so I was quick to pull back with just a very small bleeding wound to my nose. As you can imagine, I was hysterical. Brian got me calmed down.
I had an infection which the antibiotics cleared up. I had the stitches removed on day five. That doctor said the outer stitches healed well. The center was still unstable, so she used special tape to secure it while it continues to heal. My nose is still taped.
Maggie has had about one dog fight a month for years. Used to be with Mac, then also with Mabel. Over food, treats, bones. I broke up a dog fight with Mac two years ago. It took the nail on my pinkie finger six months to grow back.
To say this has been horrendous is an understatement. Maggie is a sweet dog 95% of the time. Brian and I made a very, very hard decision which the veterinarian agreed with. Yesterday we put Maggie down. The kids did not want to go along. They went along when our Mac died in September from cancer. The doctor euthanized Maggie while I held her in my arms, on my lap.
We will get her ashes returned to us soon. We will bury Mac and Maggie together.
Long post. Heavy hearts. Would you please pray for us? Our three teens are having a very hard time with this. Thank you.
The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart,
And saves such as have a contrite spirit. Psalm 34:18
|"Mac, Maggie and Mabel" pieced and quilted by me in 2010|