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thehappyvet · 4 months
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Where do people get this misconception that every single wildlife case at a vet clinic is euthanased so it's better to not take them in even if they're obviously hurt or sick and in need of treatment?!?!
Friendly reminder that a member of the public should not be able to easily pick up or catch a wild animal. We are not in a disney movie. If you can pick it up*, 80% of the time its extremely hurt or sick.
Wildlife, and most animals for that matter, do not show pain as humans do. That does not mean they are not in pain and suffering.
Veterinarians only euthanase wild animals that are suffering from extreme injury or illness, or animals that would stress themselves to death in a hospital setting that cannot be released and survive in the wild with their issue.
We do euthanase some animals, but that's because it's the best welfare decision for that animal and its specific problem.
Maybe trust the professionals trained in providing treatment to animals instead of some Karen on Facebook who demonises vets because she can't understand a bird with multiple wing and shoulder fractures is very unlikely to regain flight and return to the wild and her plan of keeping it means it will live a life of chronic pain and suffering.
*Disclaimer: If you live in a country where diseases such as rabies are endemic, you should not handle wildlife at all if you are not trained or vaccinated. This post is not recommending members of the public handle wildlife in any country.
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rwsdarw · 5 months
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Always thought Gabe had an intrinsic hatred of black cats and ladybugs
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castielsprostate · 30 days
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dean tells john about the time he kissed a boy in high school as a dare and the next night john slips him an informational flyer about assisted euthanasia during dinner
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l3irdl3rain · 3 months
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there is literally nothing worse about my job than being alone in a room with a client while they start asking me if they should euthanize their pet. it doesn't happen very often, but when it does I always wish I could just disappear into thin air
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gwinwe · 6 months
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there will be poems
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electrosweaters-arts · 4 months
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Sigh....sigh... when I actually design book! Poole and Hyde and draw Poole cradling Hyde's dead body in his arms like mary holding jesus begging for his son's forgiveness in not being able to save him it's gonna be OVER for you hoes :/
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abirddogmoment · 25 days
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A lot about Mav's decline and a little about how it makes me look at Rory.
I didn't talk about it very much here, but Mav was really subtle in his signs of pain when he was declining from his spine injury. Some of the things that tipped me off were changes to his gait, lower tailset, slower movement, reluctance/slowness getting on or off furniture, and needing extra cuddling. These things could easily be brushed off as him being tired or him being disinterested, and it really made me doubt what I was seeing.
I was sure Mav had something really wrong with him, but it was so hard to convince the vet of that. She said things like "are you sure you didn't just train him not to jump on the furniture?" and "sometimes dogs slow down as they age", meaning well but ultimately making things a lot harder for me. This, coupled with Mav's happiness at the vet and overall stoic personality, gaslit me into thinking I was imagining things. I googled things like "munchausen by proxy symptoms" because I needed to know if I was the real problem.
When Mav went for his OFA hips and elbow rads, I had them take spine rads as well, hoping it would answer my question and help find out what was wrong with him. When his rads came back normal, I cried. It was partly in relief that it wasn't something structural, but also partly desperation that I couldn't prove something was wrong.
I pushed my vet to refer Mav for a neuro consult. It took four months to get her to agree and then for the neuro clinic to schedule Mav in. In that time, I started tracking his decline with a special quality of life chart I made specifically for him. It showed a degeneration of his QOL, but I still thought maybe I was dramatizing things and imagining it.
When Mav went for his neuro consult, they took him back for tests for ten minutes, then came back and solemnly told me they were certain his problem was neurological. They then asked me if they could take him back and let their vet students do the (non-invasive) tests on him for practice because he was such a happy dog. Of course I said yes.
They told me he wasn't a good candidate for surgery. I could do an MRI, but it would be expensive and wouldn't add much besides a formal diagnosis. They recommended palliative care.
I sobbed while driving home. Part of it was relief that I finally knew I wasn't imagining things. Most of it was heartbreak.
I scrutinized Mav's final decline because I couldn't let him suffer. I had hard lines ("when he can't run" and "when the painkillers stop working") and he reached those, but he was still so happy. He still had so much joy in his life. I made the call anyway.
The day came. He trotted into the vet's office like he was meeting his best friend at a restaurant. The vet carried him back to get a port and he wagged his tail the whole time. He scarfed down an entire fistful of cookies.
It was still, without a single doubt, the right choice for Maverick. I have thought about it from every angle, torn apart every single decision, and there's nothing I would do differently if I could go back and do it all again.
Now Rory came to me with a weird gait. She came to me with occasional dorsal shivers (the skin thing horses do) and extremely occasionally bunny hops while running. Not enough for me to think there's something seriously wrong with her, but enough for me to send videos to her breeder. I tried to believe it was just a symptom of puppy uglies or that she just needed more time to grow gracefully.
I debated it for two months, but I finally took Rory for an assessment at a sports physio vet here in town. When I filled out the intake form, I made it clear that I could be concerned over nothing, that this could be a waste of $85 and an hour of our time.
She scheduled us in, did her hands on assessment, and found a knot in Rory's thigh. She gave us some stretches and we have a few more rechecks, but Rory should be totally fine and her gait should improved within the week. All the symptoms point towards a longterm overcompensation to reduce weight on her one leg.
I felt so stupid going into the sports vet today. I almost cancelled my appointment twice because I was sure I was imagining things. Even when she was examining Rory, I was preparing my apology for wasting her time.
Rory is going to feel better. She's going to get to grow up without the effects caused from an overcompensation from shifting her weight in a weird way. She probably would've been fine even without the appointment, but she's going to be even better now.
It's a whole lot of text to say something cliché like trust your instincts or don't overthink it, but it is what it is.
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orchidbreezefc · 2 months
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doing end of life preparations for my kitty prism. gonna share some pics as i take em in the time we have left <3
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nappin with my head at the foot of my bed to hang out
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prism helping to model my woe.begone postcards one last time
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tha boiz: final tour (i think theyve got great album cover vibes here if only the staging were better)
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then i turned the light off for a bit and they got even cuter when i wasn't looking!!!! 0:< prism doesn't usually cuddle with anyone but me, so this was nice to see.
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here's a last pic from before this latest major health downturn. look at those silly paws!
currently accepting requests for kisses, skritches, and any other messages and shows of affection to be passed on.
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hermaphroditus1124 · 1 month
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Need too kill someone so I don’t kill myself, any tboys looking to get euthanized? I’ll give you a little chocolate and a kiss before I take you out back and kill you with the axe.
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crippled-peeper · 4 months
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Do you have MADD? Do you know what it's like??? No??? Then maybe shut up??? If you don't want non paralyzed people to talk over you about paralysis then take your own damn advice when it comes to shit you don't have to deal with
that’s a whole lot of assumptions you’re making about someone you don’t know based on the fact they have a disability you don’t
have you been offered euthanasia? has euthanasia been suggested to you for your daydreaming? do you genuinely want me to believe that people in the government specifically want you to die, because you daydream too much? really?
I bet you think being paralyzed is also a “white male” thing too, don’t you? nobody can have multiple marginalizations or disabilities except for you, because you are so very special and unique. fuck everybody and fuck the fact people literally legislate other disabled ppls deaths.
this blog is all about you & your daydreaming now. what do you want to tell the world(my audience of 5 ppl)? anything actually constructive or interesting? I’m waiting
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anti-socialexperiment · 22 hours
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Some TPTM ocs !! @weevildoing
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usernyoom · 9 months
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what if i just. laid down and never got up again
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moomoocowmaid · 5 months
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The man won’t stop kicking his feet around on call, where is the nearest autism creature vet that provides euthanasia services
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fliesonmyeyeballs · 1 year
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lifeinpoetry · 6 months
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Hi I'm so happy to see you on my dash again :) Your blog has always felt like a safe space to me. How are you doing? I hope you're well. Thanks for posting the free Palestine reading list.
Hi, thank you so much, lovely <3
Had been holding onto the links for a while and even posted to my then brand-new Bluesky account but kept thinking I should post the links I'd bookmarked here but wasn't sure I wanted to jump back into posting regularly anywhere. The ongoing genocide felt more and more urgent and keeping silent while I had a platform felt like being complicit even though the only place I was truly active on was Goodreads.
I am okay. I wasn't okay for a good long while, but I think I'm in a likely short-lived easing of the depression/anxiety/hallucinations that have made up the past year.
I don't know if I wrote about this but we had to make the decision to have Bear, our then-14/15-year-old poodle, put to sleep because his health had gotten so bad. We had taken him in from the streets when he was 1-2 year(s) old after his owners had their house foreclosed and left him behind. I miss him all the time.
Baby S had brain surgery to put in a shunt and is doing a whole lot better though she does have PTSD/medical trauma. Baby A is nearly two, boisterous and as clever as Houdini in freeing herself from anything with straps/play pens/etc. We became a family placement after she was taken at birth by social workers and nearly adopted out to non-family.
These two small humans have made the past year bearable even though I'm not a parent and have never wanted to be a parent. I love them with all my heart.
The rage is gone now that the verbal/emotional abuse is over, has been over for about three years (?), and it doesn't seem it will return. I thought rage was just part of my natural make up but it isn't, it was a response to being attacked daily with no true response, deflection, or attempt to end the conversation that was acceptable. People would tell me to walk away, to change the subject, to say to agree to disagree and I tried all these but it was hard when the majority of the time it would lead to them raging and let's be real, it's near impossible to walk away when you were in your room minding your business and the other person is looming at the door.
I know that's old news but I've been thinking about it a lot because of the babies. I'm glad I can be my best self, feel no desire to snap at them, and have tapped into a well of patience for both myself and them.
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glimeres · 3 months
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Centaurworld S01E08 - Welcome To The Bay - Rosalie Craig
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