Disaster

We had the car fixed and it was all looking good for a Saturday departure.  I had some things to take care of in Seattle and planned an evening with friends before leaving town so I stayed the night up north.  I was heading back to Olympia on Wednesday and arranged to see Oreo before leaving for California.  I got off the bus at the dog park near where we used to live.  Oreo was there with Kevin and Hugh.  He saw me enter the park and was running over when a bigger dog grabbed him by the neck and ran off with him.  Oreo got loose and ran but the big dog chased him and grabbed him by his back and shook him.  My friend, Kevin, dove in the middle and got Oreo but he was bleeding and limp.  I scooped him up and we took him to the vet right aaway.  He has three broken ribs, a bruised lung and puncture wounds on his back and neck.  The poor little guy is on pain medication and isn't supposed to move for two weeks.  At the vet he wasn't moving his back legs at all and they were worried that he might have a spinal injury but later in the night he managed to stand and walk a little.  He's still pretty shaky but should recover in time.
Given this new development, I just can't see myself leaving him in his time of need.  Paul is none too happy with my decision to tend to Oreo but, the way I see it, Paul is a grown up human who can take care of himself and Oreo is a helpless, injured pup who needs TLC.
So I really don't know where we'll go or what we'll do.  I have had offers to stay with friends and that would be the financially logical thing to do at this point considering I don't have any money to get an apartment.  Moving up to Seattle for now would make sense because Oreo's vet is there and I shouldn't be moving him around too much.  I don't like the option but it is my only option.
It was a brutal attack and I know I am traumatized by it.  I can't even imagine what Oreo is going through but I won't abandon him, even temporarily, right now when he needs me most.