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Milo is a two-year-old dog who came to ACCESS Specialty Animal Hospital with severe injuries.
Milo was with a pet sitter, and just before he was about to be picked up, he went missing. Hours later, he was discovered on the roof of an apartment building next to the building where his pet sitter lives. Firefighters were able to get Milo off the roof and into the arms of his owners, who brought him to the hospital.
In addition to a broken metacarpal, or wrist, our doctors discovered that Milo did not have any feeling in his hind legs. His spine was broken in the middle, causing the spinal cord not to work. Dr. Laurent Guiot, a board-certified surgical specialist, performed a surgery to repair the spine and put it back into place.
Dr. Guiot was able to place a plate in Milo’s spine to stabilize it, as well as repairing the injury in his wrist. Today, he rests comfortably in our ICU with pain medication after two surgeries, receiving lots of love and careful cuddles from our team.
While Milo’s front legs are expected to function as normal, the severity of his injuries will likely render him permanently paralyzed from the waist down. With the help of a wheelchair specially made for dogs, Milo should be able to get around on his own for the first stage of his recovery.
We hope to have Milo go home with his family this weekend, and if anyone has information on how he sustained his injuries, they are encouraged to contact the LAPD.
“Hey now, be quiet”, they said. “Lower your voice, change your story.” “Fold up just a bit tighter and we can fit you into that dark space way back there in the corner.” You know the one- where no one can hear even your whisper- wedged in so tightly that you blend in with the shadowy lumps of furniture and old lamps and cast off prom dresses. The boxes of unopened Christmas ornaments and dusty bits and pieces that someone decided didn’t belong in their daily life. So for a time you shut up- found a way to manage in the tiny place, how to breathe in the clammy darkness. You told yourself not to be afraid- that they were right- your voice was too loud, your opinions too controversial. Who were you- small and unremarkable to stand up to someone bigger, to ask for kind treatment, for love without lies and strings, for the chance to make a new start? But it grew too cramped and too cold. You grew too big, you strengthened in that cloak of dark, you found that you wanted to see light again, to feel space and air and suck in deep, the life that lived out there was calling you. So you stood and you stretched and you pushed your way out- through the piles and the stacks. the angry voices and the accusations, they no longer stilled you. You knew better. You deserved better. Being you meant a double sided coin after all- strength and softness. War with a side of warmth. Fighting on the dinner table if need be. You will not crush me. You have not silenced my voice. Our voices. I may be quiet but I will not stay silent.