Golden retrievers have a high incidence of cancer. Is there a tumor hiding somewhere? Maybe he has some unidentified genetic abnormality? It’s a puzzle we hope to solve. In the meantime, his mother just keeps filling his bowl with water, and his days with love.
I can’t believe I have to say this again. Don’t leave your dog in the car! Seriously, don’t you people ever go on Facebook? Even my rare forays into social media tell me that FB is plastered with posters about the dangers of hot cars. Do you think your dog is immune? I know, I know. You’re just running in for a minute. Uh-huh. Is there really such a thing as “running in for a minute” on the Vineyard in July?
Michelle Gerhard Jasny, V.M.D. has been practicing veterinary medicine on the Vineyard since 1982 and writing the Visiting Vet column for more than 25 years. She lives and works in West Tisbury. She can be reached at: email@example.com. “Be careful,” the owner cautioned as we led Rita, the shepherd cross, into the living room. “She’s […]
The day looked fairly routine. Recheck cat with hyperthyroidism. Lyme booster. Annual physical. House call to cat at assisted living residence. Dog with red eye. Cat with head tilt. I paused. Who had the head tilt? A 13-year-old Russian Blue cross named Anastasia whom I had known since she was a little four-pound kitten.
It’s been described as a very complicated multifactorial metabolic nightmare that even the best vets have a hard time getting under control.
Stormy was bright, alert, and responsive. She’d pull herself to her feet and walk willingly, but then her caboose would start swaying and finally she’d drop to the floor. Her temperature was normal and other than the gait abnormality everything looked fine.
Definitive treatment requires definitive diagnosis, but was putting Nana through risky and painful procedures in her best interests when the long-term prognosis is very guarded? We had followed a long trail, through the many maladies of her youth to a tumor on her hip, from a cough to hypercalcemia to a second, far more serious tumor. For now, Nana is still wagging that tail.
Fido realizes he’s at the vet, he puts on the brakes, backs up, and backs his head right out of the collar. The owner is left looking foolish, holding an empty collar dangling from the leash, while Fido books it, naked, down the drive.
The main thing I remember was the cardiologist yelling at me to stop asking so many questions. I guess I was curious. I know I was lucky. My heart gave me warning. No actual heart attack. No sudden death. Just gratitude.
What to do depends a lot on your personal philosophy, your finances, your veterinarian, and Gummy Bear’s exact circumstances.