No you aren't the only one who feels guilty over not being a good steward or owner--especially when it ends in an injury.
:caution: Speaks of serious injury to dog, and possibly death, but does end ok
Abbi broke her leg this spring and ran off! We looked for her for over an hour with the guy who hit her. We thought the worst and had prior engagements (dr. appt and some jobs). Well we had to leave, couldn't find her, and thought she went to die. Much of where we live is wooded and the other is pastures. She went towards the woods. So the next day we planned to go look for her again and signs of vultures. The next day was a stormy day and we didn't get out side to look for her early.
About noon a person is laying on their car horn and then beating on our door. Abbi is well known and well loved in our area. That lady was driving a small sedan said your big white dog is injured trying to walk up the hill. William nearly kissed this women (who we don't even know), but we got my pick em up truck and drove down the hill. Loaded her up. She was limping and soaking wet. She didn't fight with us picking her up to put her in the bed of the truck. She did keep standing up, I had to sit back there and keep her laying down. We went to our regular vet and found out they close at noon on Saturday, so to the E-vet we went. Because we had to go on the main road I got back in the cab. She stayed laying. When we got to the E-vet they couldn't lift her so William carried her in and laid her on the table. She wasn't whining or anything just being the baby doll she had always been.
You knew she had to be in pain and the only sign she gave that she wasn't herself was trying to cover her eyes with her paws. So hubby put his hat on her head. (
http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg14/mybigwarwagon/doggies%20and%20stuff/2011-03-05_14-19-41_214.jpg) Even when they had to adjust her leg to put a splint on it, she didn't do much but flinch. She broke her left leg just above the "wrist joint", she actually broke both of the bones there.
Then on Monday we took her to out regular vet to have her casted and after a week in the cast she learned to club you with it if you weren't giving her what she wanted. She was also playing like a big puppy! She would run full speed, but put her on a leash or tell her to go in the house she would be soo slow. She knew how to milk us. We felt terrible about it and even worse that the E-vet said she needed surgery to fix the bones at the tune of 5000$. Well we couldn't afford that which is why they didn't cast her, they told us to take her, and her x-rays to our vet and see if they thought it would be okay to just cast.