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I’m thinking of everyone in Hurricane Isaac territory. And, by everyone, I also mean your pets. Remember to get their ID tags ready, and to have an emergency kit that includes some food, water, and any required medication. Take it from Maru, who is always (and fashionably) prepared for natural disasters.
According to Florida’s Treasure Coast Palm newspaper:
If You Go, They Go! Disaster Planning for Pet Owners: This brochure covers topics including pet identification, determining whether you and your pets live in a surge zone, pet supplies needed if you must evacuate with your animals and how to create a pet first-aid kit. The information is also available at www.hsvb.org/emergency.asp.
Stay well, animals: human and otherwise!
Photo: Hurricane Ike pet preparation, PaulT_ on Flickr.
I didn’t enjoy having to get these done. But I have to admit: I love looking at these x-rays. It’s the inside of my dog!
These are the adorable Boston terrier x-rays I mentioned in a previous post. The vet says these x-rays point to a likely congenital back issue — somewhere before the apex of her spine, closer to her neck, a couple vertebrae are too close together.
Despite the so-so news found in these images, I love how much it looks like her. In the image above, note the bones in the base of her — i.e. pretty much entire — tail.
Gida has, most likely, a congenital, skeletal issue in her back. So says a vet, x-rays, and the pity-inducing way she moves and stands sometimes. When it’s a mild ouch, it seems like she just pauses her gait mid-stride — almost like we caught her doing something bad. At her worst, she painstakingly lumbers like an AT-AT in Star Wars. They said painkillers would help, and they did. They still do, sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly.
I indicated I was a tad testy about painkillers for the dog. Something about the organic chicken she now eats plus bonus drugs didn’t add up. But some combination of these new things seemed to work. She jumps and gets excited (“vicious”) when the doorbell rings. Furthermore, at least two other dog owners told us painkillers greatly improved their twilighting pets’ quality of life.
Is it like “these vitamins really boosted my energy or “this crack is really tasty, can I have some more like NOW?” Is it like waiting until the end of your life to eat chocolate and cookies for dinner every night? I am still considering the answers to these questions. Call me cynical, but I’m unsure the opinion of a vet who prescribed the pills is necessarily the only one I should trust. The opinion of these dog-having friends counts, and so does yours.
If anyone else has experience with doggie painkillers, I’m curious to know what you think. So far, I’m starting to accept them as a new part of Gida’s life: when they work, they seem to do the trick.
Gida’s had more veterinary activity in a month than she has in her almost-11 years combined. I chronicled her liver issue, lethargy, and general un-Gida-ness here. But wait, there’s more.