Each of these occasions has caused one or both of us to lose a month or two off of our lives, as we envisage/anticipate the resulting damage to his hips. Each time, however, he has survived. Oh sure, he's paid a price for his foolishness and by evening has been found hobbling around on three legs, but his joints have stayed more or less where they were designed to be.
His ongoing survival is a testament to the strength of his body, and, if my lovely wife is right, to the healing/supportive qualities of Turmeric, which he is currently ingesting (unwittingly, since we have to disguise it in his food) on an industrial scale. Quite what is going on I cannot be sure, but something positive is happening. Bosco is improving!
Over the last three weeks he has begun to walk with more confidence, to take longer walks with us (still a lot shorter than before, but significantly longer than of late), and to demonstrate levels of energy that we haven't seen for months. It's encouraging - even uplifting - yet tinged with a nagging doubt at the back of mind. I'm still braced for disaster, and I doubt that this feeling will ever go away now. We might still lose him very suddenly.
Of course I'm enjoying this recent upsurge in his behaviour and his rejuvenation in general - it feels good to watch him get his spark back and to be enjoying things that he seemed to have left behind (running, for example). It's just that...I saw those X-ray images, and I know that he has no proper hip joints. I know he is seriously disabled, and I'm reminded of it when I watch him struggle to turn in a confined space - such as when he suddenly decides that he needs to occupy the very same spot that I am using to move from one part of the house to another, and loses the battle of wills - or when his hips seize up each evening after his usual afternoon sleep. My heart says that he may live a full-term life, but my head knows how unlikely that is.
In the meantime, I'll take this positive period, when my lovely dog is enjoying his life with renewed enthusiasm, and hope against hope that he will be able to defy medical opinion and my expectations. He deserves nothing less.