Frenchie Love

Good Morning and Happy Sunday! I wanted to share my OFB (Obsessive Frenchie Disorder) with all of you.  Everyone has that one friend that is obsessed with their pet. I’m not ashamed to say I’m one of those people! I treat my pet like a child, I even throw birthday parties for her. If I’m shopping and I see anything with a French Bulldog, I’m buying it! I have no problem admitting that I love my Frenchie! No shame in my game! lol. I can talk all day and night about frenchies. She has her own Facebook page and Instagram (@Mia_LeFrenchie), what!? I’m serious! I know I’m not the only one!… Her name is Mia and she is a very spoiled three year old.
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Mia was diagnosed with Intervertebral Disc Disease (IVDD) at the beginning of the year. She was unable to use her back legs and I though that my world was coming to an end. She was rushed to the ER and kept overnight, I picked her up the next day and she would cry and didn’t want anyone near her. She was taken back to the ER until they diagnosed her with a herniated disc (she was misdiagnosed the first time). She was given medication to help her pain. After a few weeks and a few expensive visits to the vet, they mentioned that they had to cut her off the medication. The medicine was too strong and it would do more damage than good. The choices they gave us was surgery or putting her to sleep. Putting her to sleep was not a choice for me! We proceeded to do surgery, during her MRI they found her to have three herniated discs and fluid on the back of her head. Just watching her little face was the saddest thing, she was in pain but didn’t want me to see it. Finally the next morning I got that call… “Mia’s surgery went well and you can pick her up,” I was so relieved. When I first saw her and her stitches down her back I cried but I remembered I had to be strong for her. She was this tiny 15 pound baby and all the pain she endured for weeks was so heartbreaking for me. Her recovery was very tough, she had to be on strict crate rest, a handful of medications, and had to be carried everywhere. Something she was not used to. She fought like a frenchie a here we are six months later, she’s back to her spunky self. Every time I see her squishy face and hear her snorts I realize how lucky I am to have her. She brightens my day and makes me forget a bad day.

                                           
What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make for a pet?

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XOXO

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