I took Scully to the vet today. I asked the vet to look carefully at her hips, as it has seemed to me that she has been having more trouble than usual jumping on the bed. I was hoping I was paranoid--I did rush her to the vet once at 3am because I thought she had something wrong with her ear, but it turned out to just "be itchy." I wasn't wrong this time. She has arthritis in her back hip. The vet said her hip "crunched" when it moved.
For those that don't know, I adopted Scully from a shelter. She had been beaten with a tennis racket and left for dead. They broke her back right hip in the process. When I adopted her, I made myself a promise that I would do all I could so she would never feel pain again. I know it's an impossible promise, but I try. And now her arthritis is caused by the act of those assholes over seven years ago.
I'm really upset. I didn't cry at the vet, but did the whole way home and now. I know it's "just arthritis," but I really don't deal well with the thought of Scully in pain.