I have an Australian Cattle dog named Katie. Katie and I have a special bond. We have known each other for nearly five years and we never go anywhere without each other first. She's always by my right side and always ready to go outside to explore when I go riding. I nicknamed her "Browndog" for her love of digging up flowers and holes. But that all changed one night... A week before Christmas I was talking to my dad in his truck when I noticed Katie walking by our road. The road that goes by our house isn't very dangerous but some people don't pay attention and fly up and down. The other road has cars on it all the time. Oddly enough she was hit on the road that we never worry about. She's always very careful about roads but never expected some punk to actually CROSS the road to hit her on PUROPSE! I'm only 16 but I can shake my head and almost cry at the way people drive! Immediently she ran under our truck screaming bloody murder. It was nightime, so I'd thought she was dying, but when I pulled her out I could see she was clearly going into shock quickly. Her leg had snapped clear though and was only held by tendons and skin. We took her to our vet who gave her shots to calm her and help with her shock. I remember carrying my dog inside and staying with her the whole time since we have a strange bond. I watched him as he bandaged her leg with a long splint and gave us medicine. Unfortunently, Katie gnawed her entire cast off to lick her leg, everytime the cast was torn off she destroyed what had started to mend, re-breaking her leg. After a week or two something was seriously wrong so the day after Christmas we took her to a Doggy ER in Philadelphia. X rays were taken, showing shards of bone from her re-breaking her leg so many times. It would never heal on its own so with a big sigh we received and estimate for surgery and discussed the risks. The monday after Christmas Katie recieved surgery, planting a metal plate and screws into her leg. We took her home three days later with strict instructions. She cannot walk up and down the stairs (well she never walks actually...) she cannot jump onto the bed and must wear that oh so special rediculous but handy white "cone" collar. The E collar. My poor dog is so smart she knows that she looks rediculous and refuses to go outside with it on because people laugh at her. Her paw also swelled after we changed her bandage every week so for two days we were instructed to leave her cast off, making her leg even more fragile for another break. I'm scared, not knowing if she will fully recover or not. SHe's very active and will not go anywhere without me and vise versa. I am glad that any dog owner who has gone through this has come out okay, but not all these cases end up the same. I just pray for my Katie-dog.