Before I fill in at one local vet’s clinic I give both of my sewing friends a speech. They both go there and I don’t want to get any horrible emergency calls about any of their animals. It has always worked until this week.
On Monday I got a call from C saying that her Yorkie got kicked. The dog ended up with a broken pelvis. They are now calling her my soulmate since we’ve had the same injuries. She’s on cage rest which is making her insane.
T keeps calling because her mare is due to have a baby but doesn’t really seem to be the least bit inclined to do it. This is not unusual at all but the whole family is fluttering like anxious mother hens.
Then yesterday C’s daughter called. Their very old (38+) Morgan was down in her stall and couldn’t get up. I went over after appointments but I knew there wasn’t going to be anything I could do for her. She didn’t even have the strength to raise her head. I ended up putting her to sleep. It was really sad. Her person was there with her. She had been one of my 4-Hers. She is also the official owner of the Yorkie. She said at one point that she was going to go hug her cat since it was the only uninjured pet she had left.
One interesting thing happened. As I was getting close to the end of the injection, I felt the moment when Dancer died. Nothing seemed to change physically but I felt her go. A split second later their geese came flying over from the other side of the property and started screaming. That lasted 2 – 3 minutes. I was trying to listen to her heart to confirm her death but couldn’t do it until the geese settled down. I guess they were sending Dancer off on her way.