Friday, March 7, 2008

The Last Day!

Today was a great last day! I made a cake last night, which everyone thoroughly enjoyed. As I was leaving, I was carrying a large portion of uneaten cake, and Valerie was like, “Wait! The cake is leaving too? I didn’t get a piece!” I left a considerable chunk behind for anyone who hadn’t had any.

            In terms of surgeries, the day was fairly uneventful, but Christy’s adorable grandfather, Russell, brought in his 20-year-old dog, Topsy. Christy calls her Methuselah. Topsy had bad teeth that needed cleaning and a growth on her back right leg, but since she was so old, we did bloodwork before anything else. And the bloodwork produced some sad results—poor old Topsy has kidney failure. Russ got a bit teary and said, “Is that so,” when Christy broke the news. Apparently, this dog is his closest connection to his wife who died two years ago. Russ is the sweetest little old man you’ll ever meet. I wish I had a picture of him. He was Carolyn and D.R’s mailman for like 20 years.

            But we didn’t kill Topsy! I just wanted to put that out there now, in case you were worried this story had a sad ending. I mean, yes, Topsy will die soon, but not today! We gave her a local anesthetic (Lidocain) on her leg to cut off the little mass, and we didn’t do the dental, but instead gave her some special kidney food to prolong her already long life.

            While we were waiting for Topsy’s bloodwork, we did a cat neuter! It was really cool, and Christy told me not to blink because it’s so fast. No kidding—you just cut, pull out the ball, pull off some gubernaculum, snip the two blood vessels and tie them together. You don’t even have to sew up the incision! Then when Topsy left, we neutered a sweet orange dog from the pound. It had big dreadlocks in its tail, so we cut them off and brushed him and made him look pretty. The last one of the day was non-surgical—a beautiful beagle/hound mix that had been in a car accident and ripped out a toenail—just like Bonnie! When she was hit by a car, that was her only wound, too! This dog was not pleased to have Christy looking at it, and Terry was holding him very tight. Christy was clipping all of his nails, since there isn’t really anything we can do about the wounded one, and with each clip, his lips twitched. Valerie and I were talking to him in high-pitched voices, trying to distract him, and I could see the dog thinking, “Please don’t patronize me. I don’t like getting my nails clipped, and you idiots twittering at me is by no means making this experience more pleasant.”

            We said lots of goodbye’s and farewell’s and everyone was really nice and saying that I could come back anytime and hang out, and Christy said that in Ohio it’s legal for 1st year vet students to operate under supervision, and she offered to supervise me and even lend me her spare bedroom! She said she’d be happy to write me a really long recommendation for school, and that she’d send Westtown the review form as soon as possible. She’s so great. Everyone was! I just got a phone call from Dad saying they can’t pick me up until Monday, so maybe I’ll go into work tomorrow and Monday! I feel like I’ve made such a great connection for future reference. This has been good. Very good. Occasionally sad, always cute, and very rewarding.


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