Fortunately, Mouse’s vet bills haven’t been ridiculous (knocking on my drawing board that they remain so). She’ll have a limp, at least for a while. She hobbles and trots… not putting any weight on her one paw. It’s both funny and sad at the same time… kinda like in Fried Green Tomatoes where the son person loses an arm… and they bury it. I’ve knick-named Mouse “The Hobbler.” I hope she’s not offended.