Dog care and veterinary science make the difference

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This happy beagle can now climb the stairs.

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Has veterinary care changed dramatically or does it have pet owners? I ask myself this question every time I take my dogs for a teeth cleaning. It is my husband who initiates this thought process with his statement: “Canine dentistry? Do you remember once your family dog ​​had their teeth cleaned during the day? You also know how to chew a toothbrush.

Short answer: no. I grew up with spoiled and loved dogs and yet the only things I remember in terms of vet care were rabies vaccines and heartworm pills. That said, it makes sense that as human medical treatment advances, so does animal care. Many.

I say a lot because I now have a bionic beagle. Not bionic “Six Million Dollar Man”, but squarely in the adjacent bionic category.

My beagle’s journey to bionic territory began about two years ago when I started noticing that he had slight mobility issues, no longer being able to jump on the couch, or he be more careful when going up the stairs.

Even after a vet’s intervention, my dog, Tahoe, was slowly getting worse until one day I was told he needed to see an orthopedic vet.

It scared me a bit, but I left where I received the shocking news: Our beagle’s two hind legs were, in non-vet terms, a hell of a mess. He had the equivalent of two torn ACLs. Tibial plateau leveling osteotomy surgery was strongly recommended.

Once my brain partially recovered from hearing about the cost of the surgery, my thought process shifted to thinking it was strange that the vet was so focused on telling me how much the fact that ‘a dog recovering from double surgery would change my husband’s life. and me.

I thought so, if all goes well it will change a dog’s life with their ‘restored joint biomechanics’. But that wasn’t exactly what the vet was talking about. He absolutely wanted to let me know that for weeks after the dog’s surgery, our lives would change – and not exactly in a good way.

Before the surgery, my first thoughts were that the vet was a full-fledged drama queen. After the operation, that thought process turned into “Why didn’t I listen more carefully when I was told I was going to operate a postoperative room.” I wore rubber gloves to change fentanyl patches, ice limbs, and mastered the art of sticking pills halfway through my dog’s esophagus.

It was 24 hour nursing. Someone had to be with the dog at all times. I even made my carpal tunnel syndrome worse from excessive fondling in an attempt to prevent Tahoe from having a nervous breakdown from wearing a cone.

It got so bad that my son came over one afternoon, looked at our family room and asked if it was a “dog hospice”.

Very slowly, Tahoe improved. Now three months and later he’s like a new dog. The things he can do even surprise him. The first time he walked up the stairs, he kept looking over his shoulder at me. It was as if he was saying, “See that? As if it’s really happening right now.

It is truly something to see and a testament to the wonders of veterinary science. My only problem now is getting my husband to stop writing off the amount of the cost of the surgery against the number of stairs our dog now wants to climb.

Contact Sherry Kuehl at [email protected], on Facebook at Snarky in the Suburbs, on Twitter at @snarkynsuburbs on Instagram @ snarky.in.the.suburbs, and snarkyinthesuburbs.com.

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