Showing posts with label Daisy Mae. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daisy Mae. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Wordless Wednesday, December 18, 2013



The Nelson clan, King, Laddie, Yeller, and Rex, all here for annual examinations, vaccinations, and a family portrait.


Savannah eating sausage and eggs for breakfast. I think my husband is starting to get jealous that I cook three meals a day for her and maybe one a month for him. Her saga can be found in full detail here.

Highlight if my week? One of my blogs was published in this months Veterinary Economics! So exciting!
The blog in its entirety can be found here. The Veterinary Economics article can be found here.

A new study just published recommends vaccinating cats in the tail. Why, you ask? Well, there are some cats that develop a vaccine induced sarcoma (tumor) which requires aggressive surgical excision if it occurs. The advantage of a tail vaccine is that the tail is easier to amputate and won't affect a cats ability to ambulate. Here I am practicing on a cat that I just spayed. A nice, quiet pet to practice this on. 


Mondays surgery list was four grey kittens for spays. They were all identical so we had to keep them in separate cages so we made sure we gave the right one back to each owner. (That would be a terrible mistake to make!).


A wonderful client of ours gave us this white cat for our lobby. As cute as it is we found Coot rubbing and purring and courting her all day. None of us had the heart to break the bad news to him.

Kitten number two.

Kitten number three. (I'm sure I took a picture of each of them, but I couldn't tell them apart either).

The big news of the last two weeks, SNOW arrived. Here is Savannah dressed for the elements.


Charlie in his dayglo, and Joe keeping the path clear for the troops.

Can you tell that Jekyll hates outfits (green jacket), and to be quite honest nothing flatters that figure.

Strawberry enjoying a warm meal of left overs.

A slow walk on the slick surface. But styling in the outer gear department.

After a long day of snow play it's nice to relax and have your best buddy help you dry off.

Little Rio back for his first real set of vaccines. He has been in his new home for almost a month. Let me tell you this puppy has figured out that he can just relax and be himself. He has truly come  out of his shell and is taking the world by storm!

Daisy Mae came to  visit. It has been a month since I pinned her femur. You know that things are healing very well, when their parents tell you that she is "back to her old self," and then you see her jump up on that once unusable leg. Her story is here.
I'm hedging my bets that she will be just fine!



This little one was being pushed in a stroller through the holiday crowds at Barnes and Noble. Not surprisingly she got a lot of attention!

Relaxing and taking over the office.This is what my office looks like an any given day, one carpet of pets.

How's this for an outfit? A monkey suit to keep you cozy and warm.All of that snow brought us many a glammed up pet.

Buddy and Lilly in for a visit. Buddy is doing amazing after his laryngeal tie back over two months ago, and Lilly still receiving daily doses of oral ivermectin for Demodex, but looking like a million bucks!

Banjo in peasant head dress, mom Linda takes great pleasure in dressing him up and embarrassing him in front of others. How many of us undergo therapy because of the outfits our parents forced us to wear in public? Noodle, call me, I know a great psychologist, and she's local.

Getting your hand caught in the cookie jar? For Jekyll it was his whole self in the cat cage, to be stalked and terrorized by Tux who refused to let him out before he got busted!

Back at home for our snow day!
The snow started to fall in just a light dusting, and then,



Did this!

The puppies thought it was the best thing to ever happen!













Strawberry, Well, she thought the snow signaled drive thru delivery service.

It might be fun to be a beagle in the great outdoors, but Jekyll will remind us that it is better to be a beagle on a heated blanket on a couch!


The End.

Next weeks Wordless Wednesday is ALL PET CHRISTMAS CARDS!! If you have any please send them my way!

Happy Holidays to you All!!





Saturday, November 30, 2013

When Trying Is All That Matters



This is a story about Daisy Mae.

A small dog with a big gleeful smile and a disposition as sunny as a spring day's dress. She is pure joy on short crooked legs. To her the world is rose colored glasses and a pinch of tentativeness. I loved her from the moment she lowered her head and threw her ears forward at my "Hello."

But my first introduction to Daisy was with a blackened film on a window pane.

The x-ray film came to me from the clinic down the road who had neither the time nor the inclination to address her misfortune. On our first meeting Daisy was just a film and a paragraph. "Daisy, corgi, 8 months old, broken femur, unspayed, unvaccinated, owner has no money."

They had sent the film to us and wanted to know "If we could help her?"



A film and a question. It starts out this simply. 

I looked at that film longer than I needed to. I was volleying back and forth between knowing what I knew and wanting my head to tell my heart that this broken bone was beyond my ability. 

Isn't it easier to have a solid stern excuse? Isn't that how vet number 1 got off the hook?


I did what we all do when we are reluctant to put our necks out for a stranger. 

I called my friends with adept skilled surgical hands and I asked for advice. 

If you don't know what to do you get a second opinion. Two second opinions later I was on the hook. I merely had a few details to resolve.



I called Daisy's mom. We had some important things to discuss.


Here's where my dilemma begins; Daisy Mae needs her leg fixed. I can help but her owner is not my client, and she has not been what we would call a "model parent." She cannot afford my services, and I feel guilty.

I asked Daisy Mae's mom to come in the next day and talk to me. 

The dichotomy of being able to help is being responsible for the after. It is not just the quick fix and goodbye, it is the obligation to that pet to catch them up, get them mended and put them on the path to a healthy rest of their life.

But that little piece of advice I learned the hard way.

I have helped so many pets simply because I knew I could, believed no one else would, and felt I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt of turning away. And those little acts of kindness, those good deeds, well, they often led to owners who for a short time made you feel as if you were their hero. Until some time later when another disaster strikes, and then they come knocking again. An unplanned pregnancy, a pyometra, a bloat, severe ___ anything, and that good deed does not go unpunished. Medicine is about looking at the problem in front of you, the path to get out of your problem, and an exit strategy.

I met Daisy and I met her mom. As my pessimistic attitude proved me wrong, Daisy's mom was a dream. She had rescued Daisy, had multiple other pets, and all were all spayed/neutered, vaccinated, and loved by a responsible mom. First bullet dodged.

I discussed my concerns with getting Daisy caught up on her needed puppy items. And how she was going to be able to afford those after the surgery? She had plausible feasible plan, and I felt more comfortable assisting her despite the first set back. We laid out a short term plan; get broken leg fixed. A catch-up plan; for vaccines and a life long plan; for spaying, heartworm prevention, and the incidentals of being an active young pup. Second bullet dodged, guilty conscious acquiesced, and onto surgery we went.

There are quite a few secrets that every compassionate veterinary clinic has. For us at Jarrettsville Vet we have a network of people who we can call and both ask, and receive help, from. I also have a JVC donation fund that clients, friends, and angels from afar help to keep funds available. After I met Daisy's mom I offered to place a few calls and in total we raised almost half of Daisy's surgery with just one phone call. I also offered to do her surgery at the barest bones possible.

Now I know that many people would argue about this last offer. But when you walk a mile in my shoes you can criticize my judgement calls. It is physically impossible for me to look a pet in the eyes that needs my help and for me to not try to help. If that means cutting some corners, then I cut corners. BUT, I tell that pet parent what I am doing, and what those corners mean. Those cheaper options ALWAYS place the burden on the pet parents. You may have to give more pills, drive back and forth more times to the clinic, and talk to me a whole bunch. Is it easier and safer to leave your pet in the emergency clinic for three days so they can be closely monitored by a professional? Yes. But if you are a parent who wants help for your pet we will make it happen, regardless of your budget. Medicine is a little bit skill, ability, equipment, resources, miracles/magic, and a whole heartful of determination always helps to tip the scale in your favor.


The next surgery day Daisy Mae had her femur pinned in two places. It was not a fun, easy, or routine surgery for me but thankfully, she did very well and woke up with the same little tail wag and bowed ears she went to sleep with. Her bones were soft and young and the grace of youth will bless them with a forgiveness that can make even a novice surgeon look like a super hero.

I called her mom to deliver the surgery report. It was an open and honest discourse. Her surgical repair had taken longer, been more difficult, and hadn't been as quick or easy as I had hoped for. But I was fairly certain it would hold long enough for the bone to fuse and give her a normal return to her short stubby shuffle.



Daisy was ready to go home the next day. When her mom arrived to pick her up I when out to meet her to go over the post operative instructions. I explained to her that Daisy's leg was much worse than I had hoped it would be, and that the bone wasn't as aligned as I wanted it to be. I also explained that we had to keep Daisy quiet, calm, and on a leash or in a crate for about 8 weeks. As I explained all of this Daisy's mom looked at me and with tears in her eyes, "I'm just grateful that you tried."

I stopped talking, looked at her, and said, "You have no idea how much I needed to hear that."

Update;
It has been a month since Daisy's surgery. She is running, jumping, and playing (all against strict doctors orders, but try explaining that to a puppy). She is bright, energetic, and unstoppable.




Here are her one month post-op radiographs. 




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