Stories from Pet Parents

Cookie, the Car-Hugging Labradoodle that Suffered from a Fractured Pelvis

by Craig Mazin

Cookie, the Car-Hugging Labradoodle that Suffered from a Fractured Pelvis

by Craig Mazin

Cookie

Our year-and-a-half old Labradoodle, Cookie, is a total ding-a-ling. That’s probably why we love her so much.

Unfortunately, that’s also why she decided to run out into the street in the split second before we closed the front gate. And that’s also why she saw a car coming and thought, “Oh, cool. A big metal dog! I think I’ll go give it a hug.”

In the minutes after she got hit, we took her to our terrific local vet, Kym Mitchell. It was clear Cookie was in bad shape. Aside from a fractured pelvis, she had cracked a rib and punctured a lung, which was also badly bruised. After a chest tap, Kym drove her directly to Animal Speciality Group.

By the time she got there, she was fading fast. Unresponsive, no vision, gums turning blue and on death’s door.

The team at ASG quickly stabilized her, but it was clear that she was going to need a lot of help to make it through the night.

Not only did the ASG team keep us completely informed every step of the way, even at late hours of the night, but they saved Cookie’s life. I’m happy to say the vets there just gave her a clean bill of health. She’s back to being the same ding-a-ling she was before her accident, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

I have no doubt that we and our kids would have lost our beloved pet if we didn’t live so close to ASG. I can’t say enough about how well they performed across the board. Even if the result hadn’t been so positive, I’d feel the same way. Traumatic injuries aren’t always curable, but I have faith that if an animal can be saved, the good doctors at ASG  will save it.

On behalf of Cookie, we thank you!

Best,
Craig Mazin
La Cañada, CA

Quatsch: A Doberman’s Refusal to Eat

by Karen Saunders

Quatsch: A Doberman’s Refusal to Eat

by Karen Saunders

Quatsch 12 Wally pix

Back to work: Obedience Competitor, Agility Training and Therapy Dog

March 17, 2012.  It was raining and cold. Quatsch, our Doberman, age 4, who I compete in obedience and rally trials with, who had been on the cover of Dog World in October 2011, refused to eat.

I called my vet at home, since Quatsch (a German idiom meaning “I don’t believe you” or “baloney”) always eats her food. When I brought Quatsch home from the breeder I was told “If my puppies don’t eat, something is very wrong.” I had taken her temperature, it was normal, but her gums were very pale. As I talked to my vet I saw Quatsch throw up blood. It was a Saturday night, so we started with the local emergency vet. In the car, on the way to the emergency vet, she had diarrhea, again, it was bloody, and I was scared.

Within eight hours the emergency vet realized they did not have the diagnostic tools they needed to find out what was wrong with my dog. They gave me a choice of three places I could go. I chose ASG where I knew one of the technicians and where a friend had her dog successfully treated for a variety of problems. I had heard of their excellent reputation.

ASG started to access the situation. The only thing I could remember Quatsch chewing was a “safe” bone purchased from a pet store.  It was a large knuckle type bone.  ASG diagnosed that somehow a splinter had to have broken off and punctured the stomach or intestines.  They tried to pinpoint the location of the puncture, but were unable to find it through X-rays.

They couldn’t operate without knowing where the problem was. The next few hours were crucial. They kept me well informed, explained they would have to do blood transfusions and would give her a substance that would coat her intestines and stomach to hopefully prevent any more blood loss. In the meantime I contacted our pet insurance carrier, Trupanion, to learn what I needed to do to cover Quatsch’s medical bills.

This is the first dog I have ever insured, but after losing two dogs to cancer and having major surgery on a third dog, I could see that as a dog gets older vet bills are inevitable. I just never thought I would need the insurance for a four-year-old healthy dog.

It was a very long week, but Quatsch pulled through the transfusions and procedures to come home.  Slowly, we returned to her regular schedule as a working therapy dog that visits patients at Verdugo Hills Hospital and working with troubled, abused teenage boys at a residence home. The boys were worried about their friend that is one of the first living beings that has given them unconditional love. They wanted her back in their lives. As she improved, she returned to her agility training and obedience work.

Then, seven months later, it happened again. I was just home from a business trip; Quatsch had stayed home with my husband. She refused her dinner. I checked her gums and they were pale. It was after 5:00 pm, my vet was closing. I didn’t waste time; I loaded her in the car and drove to ASG.

They accessed her and realized she was having a recurrence. I called my husband, the night before he had a pork chop.  He searched the trash and the bone was missing. Somehow Quatsch had found it. After an anxious few days and another blood transfusion, Quatsch was healing again.

Our pet insurance followed through, we paid roughly 10 percent of Quatsch’s bill ourselves, leaving us able to tell ASG to do what they needed to cure her.

It has now been more than seven months with no recurrences.  The hardest thing Quatsch is allowed to chew is a raw carrot or a cookie.  She is back to agility and almost ready to compete.  She has represented our obedience club at Top Dog competition in November.  But, best of all, she is back to visiting her teenage boys who love to play with her, tell their troubles to her, and benefit from all the love she has to share.

– Karen Saunders

Loving Eddie the Sweet Dog Diagnosed with IMHA

by Margaret, Barry, and Lily

Loving Eddie the Sweet Dog Diagnosed with IMHA

by Margaret, Barry, and Lily

Uncle EddieWe heard about the lab (labrador retriever) litter and arrived in Vacaville, California on Halloween to look at the puppies. We named our new puppy Uncle Eddie, after a favorite uncle, which was strange because our dog, Wally, was actually Eddie’s uncle. For the first day, Eddie made it clear he believed everyone loved him and were as glad to see him, as he was to see them! His job was “official greeter,” running up cheerfully to each new arrival only to leave a trail of his white fur on pants, skirts, and sweaters. We called this fur baptism being “Eddified.”

He loved all dogs and to all puppies he was the cruise director and their camp counselor, leading them in games and shenanigans. Never a growl or fit of temper crossed his good nature. He danced on with his day until arthritis claimed his jaunty gait. He was so sure of his popularity that whenever a camera came out, he found his way into the photographer’s composition unbidden to pose for what he was sure was his portrait, never mind it wasn’t!

No matter how good the dog, ever dog has some flaw! Eddie’s was to disappear. More than once our tears evaporated to relief that he was “found,” although in Eddie’s mind he was never lost at all. Our Houdini vanished through a neighbor’s fence right before our very eyes, and we never did find that opening in the hedge that none of our other dogs seemed to notice. After I cried myself to sleep one night after one such disappearance, we discovered him the next morning on the kitchen loggia, curled up asleep on the forbidden wicker sofa.

He was definitely the cat with nine lives! Not even a near drowning in the swimming pool could take Eddie down, even though he took in so much water that he couldn’t bark for a week. When he was nine, severe arthritis challenged all drug treatment, acupuncture, physical therapy, and diet; leading to a painful stem cell treatment he endured with the grace and good nature of his “Eddieness.” He survived IMHA (Immune Mediated Hemolytic Anemia), undergoing three blood transfusions and a long haul of various drugs. One rainy night, we say goodbye to him, fully believing his time had come. There more tears than raindrops that fell that night. But he rebounded, as he always did!

At the darkest time of his IMHA treatments, he saw a veterinary internist, Dr. Schulman, at ASG. Dr. Schulman saved his life and I guess Eddie knew it. He seemed to understand the efforts made on his behalf, and despite all his discomfort and all the blood tests, he looked forward to seeing his doctor who lavished him with forbidden cookies, sitting on the floor with him, and genuinely loving Eddie, as we all did. True to form, he took it upon himself to greet each dog and person waiting in the hospital until his name was called.

Our friend left us last Sunday. He left the house quieter with less fur to fly, we sleep a little later in the mornings, and we have more time now that we don’t have the pill regimen anymore. We’ll be able to take trips together now. But we miss him, our Eddie Pie. Eduarito. Little Man. Ringleader Extraordinaire of the Puppy Club. Eddie has disappeared for the last time, vanished forever from our sight.

Casey’s Hemangiosarcoma Treatment

by Patty Elizondo and Casey

Casey’s Hemangiosarcoma Treatment

by Patty Elizondo and Casey

 

 

Dr. Kirk Wendelburg

I wanted to let you know that after you treated my friend’s dog with care and concern, I decided to come to ASG for my personal dog Casey regarding his Hemangiosarcoma. I have been extremely pleased with all the services and personal care that I have received at ASG, and think that Dr. Blake really has our best interest at heart. I could not be more pleased with her skill and services, and I just thought someone should know. It is because of both of you and your work with our dogs at Guide Dogs of America that I feel Casey is in the best hands at ASG,  and I just wanted to say thanks.

P.S. Casey came through his surgery at 12/1/2 years young with spunk and back to feeling great. This is honestly the quickest recovery I can remember throughout his numerous surgeries!  Thanks again to the front desk for their support when I dropped him off in tears, and for ALL of your sincere care and concern!

– Patty Elizondo and Casey Sequoia Jones Elizondo, La Canada, CA

Silly Boy

by Shannon Kirshtner

Silly Boy

by Shannon Kirshtner

Silly Boy

 

As I sit here and write this I am looking at my 8-year-old Domestic Longhair cat Silly Boy, who is one of the lights of my life and whose current presence here on planet earth is due in large part to the tremendous expertise, skill and care he received from the doctors and staff at Animal Specialty Group. I cannot say enough about this hardworking group of people who are so dedicated to what they do. The doctors and staff at ASG were able to diagnose and treat Silly boy for a dangerous and life threatening medical condition that had been beyond the diagnostic capabilities of a more standard veterinary practice, and for that they have my everlasting gratitude.

The trouble started when Silly Boy went missing for nine days in October of 2011. I began to notice a change in my cat’s behavior after his return: he exhibited very subtle intermittent bouts of disorientation, confusion, lethargy and lack of interest in activities he had previously enjoyed, such as playing. I also noticed he began to circle to the left when walking; he began to have ‘accidents’ in the house, and that his senses such as sight and hearing appeared to phase in and out at times. I can’t stress enough that over the course of the year Silly Boy’s symptoms were extremely subtle— I just had a sense that something was “wrong”. His symptoms were intermittent and would alternate between good days when he would appear normal and bad days when the symptoms would be more apparent.

In June of 2012 his symptoms suddenly began to escalate: he began to spontaneously lose his balance and fall off of things, and shortly thereafter he was no longer able jump up or down off the bed, or navigate the stairs in the house. He began to lose his litter box training as he could not get in and out of his box any longer. His expression began to be very blank and he began to spend more and more time hunched in the corner of the room facing the wall. His good days were less frequent and the bad days were of longer duration, but the episodes were still completely unpredictable. Starting in June I took my Silly Boy to my local vet who performed a battery of blood tests and body x-rays which came back normal. He was treated for a possible ear infection. Following these tests, Silly Boy continued to show intermittent but increasingly severe symptoms: on his bad days he exhibited strange arched body postures, body tremors and a reduced ability to walk and move. He needed assistance with eating and drinking, although he still had a healthy appetite.

With no diagnosis at hand, in August my local vet referred Silly Boy to the neurology group at Animal Specialty Group, where he was placed under the care of Dr. Stacey Sullivan and Dr. Jill Hicks. I walked in the door with Silly Boy extremely unsure about what to expect but was put at ease after watching the very large staff and observing the waiting room. The staff appeared to be extremely professional and competent. The waiting room was filled with people and pets and it was very apparent that this clinic treats a lot of difficult medical cases.

MRI of Silly Boy T1 sag +C - brain tumors in cats

The ASG doctors promptly began a battery of neurological tests, and were quickly able to give me a preliminary diagnosis: a suspected brain tumor. The recommendation was given that an MRI be performed, however I was informed that due to his fragile condition, Silly Boy may not survive the anesthetic required for the procedure. I decided to go ahead with it and due to the expertise of the staff at ASG, Silly Boy survived his anesthetic event and his diagnosis was confirmed: he was found to have an extremely large brain tumor and as an added complication, a herniated cerebellum. Both Dr. Sullivan and Dr. Hicks thoroughly and honestly went over all the details of his prognosis with me and explained all the risks and probabilities for survival and quality of life after an operation. They were very compassionate with me in the face of my tears and upset, but they were very honest with me as well and did not sugar-coat the prognosis. His chance of survival was estimated to be 20%, with an unknown prognosis for the future. Even though it carried serious risks, I decided to schedule the surgery because after what I had seen and experienced of the ASG staff, I knew that if anyone could do it, they could. Some hope was better than no hope. And again the ASG team came through what was an incredibly difficult operation: due to their knowledge, care and skill the surgery was a success!!!!

In the aftermath of his ordeal Silly Boy was kept in the ICU for several days and during this time had a veritable team of caregivers and doctors attending to his condition day and night. Every morning Dr. Hicks called with a detailed updates as to Silly Boy’s condition and the ASG staff put up with my worried phone calls with caring and compassion. Also, I would like to mention that ASG has very reasonable pricing for the type of procedures being performed, and because of their expertise the final cost was not nearly as high as I expected it to be.

Silly Boy & Shannon KirshtnerSilly Boy has been at home now for a week and a half and he continues to improve at an amazing rate. He is back to playing and enjoying life and he is like a kitten again (even though he has a strange hairdo)! There is no chance my Silly Boy would be alive without Animal Specialty Group. I am so lucky to have had this facility available to me where I had the opportunity to experience some of the best veterinary care in the country. I feel like I have been given a rare and precious treasure by having been referred to ASG and highly recommend it to anyone who needs the specialized services they can provide.

There really are no words to express the gratitude I feel toward this group of people who worked so hard to save my Silly Boys life. This is something I know they do over and over each day for every animal that crosses their threshold. And I know each and every animal under their care receives the same personalized attention that my Silly Boy did. A tremendous thank you to all the staff at Animal Specialty Group, whose expertise and dedication helped give my Silly Boy a new lease on life!!!

Sincerely, Shannon Kirshtner

 

 

 

Canine Crisis

by Dominic & Misty Carone

Canine Crisis

by Dominic & Misty Carone

Roxi Emergency

ASG is a top notch animal hospital.

My dog Roxi severely cut her leg, which ended in hours of surgery. ASG was very informative with what they would need to do to fix my girl. They supplied us with a detailed estimate, and after surgery they let us know how it went and when we could pick her up. We picked her up the next day and an ASG tech spent close to an hour with us which was VERY helpful. Not to mention the final bill was not on the high end of the estimate, it was actually on the low end.

Thank you for that ASG. Thank you SOOOO much.

On the day of, I was awoken at 7:30am by my panicked husband running through our bedroom, yelling for me to wake up.  “Get up! Get up!  I need your help!  Roxi cut herself!”  He quickly ran back out and I was left in total groggy confusion.  As I’ve mentioned before, it takes me time to get out of bed so there I was, tightening and clenching my fists and feet as fast as I could to get the blood flowing so that I could jump roll out of bed.  My first thought was to grab our first aid kit to use the gauze inside to wrap up our dog’s “cut.”  I ran to where Dominic had her laying down on our dining room floor by the back door.  Dominic is completely panicked still, saying “Oh my god!  Oh my god!”

When I saw Roxi, my eyes nearly popped out of my face.  This was no “cut.”  Her left hind leg had its skin practically peeled off!  I was staring right at her muscle and the side of her abdomen…with no skin attached===——–=.  How in the world did this happen?!  I had about a 10 second freak out before I quickly realized that Dominic wasn’t pulling himself together and that I needed to do so for the both of us. He said, “What do we do?  Who do we call?  WHAT DO WE DO?!”  The first thing that came to mind was that my mom has had quite a few emergencies with her cats and so I told him, “I’ll stay here with her, after you get dressed, put a bunch of towels down in my car so that we can lay her down there, I’ll call my mom and ask where to take her.” Roxi remained calm, she didn’t whimper, whine or make a sound. Curiously…and luckily, she wasn’t bleeding. Dominic came back and picked up all 85 lbs of our dog and carried her carefully to the car and laid her down.  It was then that this pregnant gal moved faster than any other pregnant gal has in her 40th week of pregnancy! I got dressed and was in the car before you knew it and we were headed over to Eagle Rock Emergency Pet Clinic. Both my mom and Roxi’s regular veterinarian recommended we go there. I had called them, too, to let them know we were on our way. On the drive over, the only conclusion we could come to, explaining how she could have done this, was that she ran past a piece of metal sticking out of our chain linked fence that divides our yard from our neighbors, and sliced/ripped her leg’s skin. She was down there barking at the neighbor’s dog during her morning bathroom break. Dominic heard her bark only a few times and then…silence. He knew something wasn’t right, went to check on her outside and saw her limping up the hill.

We arrived at the Pet Clinic and had to wait about 15 minutes before they let us in a room. Roxi and I waited in the car in the meantime. When it was time to head in, they offered us no help in carrying her inside. She stood on top of their metal examination table for a few more minutes before someone came in to take her temperature (anally). It was here that I snapped a few photos of her gruesome injury. They are not recommended for viewing if you have a weak stomach, but you can see them HEREHERE and HERE. I’ll be honest, it looked even worse in person.  Now take your hands away from your dropped jaws, and let’s continue. We had to wait a few more minutes for the main doctor to come in and look at her.  Roxi gave a slight growl when the doc opened the door, and even though Dominic was holding Roxi and said she wouldn’t bite, the doc insisted on putting a muzzle on her before she even came into the room (which took her a few minutes to casually find). The staff had a hippie-vibe with rings on all their fingers and were way too mellow and laid back for my liking in our situation. When the doctor did come in, she saw Roxi’s injury and said, “Wow, that’s bad.  That’s really bad.” Um…yeah lady, clearly it is. Where’s your bedside manners?? Can you offer us any comfort and reassurance that she’ll be okay, now? She basically told us that she didn’t think their clinic would be able to assist us and she referred us to the Animal Specialty Group in Glendale.

We hauled Roxi back into the car and immediately felt like we were at the right place when we pulled up in front of the building. We were just getting out of the car when a technician came out with an animal gurney to wheel Roxi into their emergency room. The waiting room resembled a hospital’s waiting room and the staff came out frequently to notify us of her condition and how they were taking care of her while we waited. We had a surprise visit by my stepdad during our wait. He showed up to offer moral support AND he covered the really expensive down payment to perform the surgery Roxi was to undergo later that day. Tears almost came down my face when he offered that. I was at a loss for words other than “thank you so much.” We’re pretty lucky to have such a great support team on our side. Roxi is really lucky to have such a loving family. After talking with the actual surgeon who was going to fix our puppy, we left the clinic with only Roxi’s dog collar in hand. It was a pretty sad ride home.

When we got home, it didn’t take long for Dominic to discover what had happened. Unknown to us, there are rusted and sharp metal stakes that are sticking up out of the ground along a small hillside in our backyard. They used to support pieces of wood which helped to support the ground. Dominic found one stake that had Roxi’s hair attached to it’s sharp edge. She must have ran into the stake at full speed towards the bottom of the hill to bark at the other dog when the stake sliced her leg, hooked on, ripping her skin the rest of the way. OUCH!!!!! Slice then rip?! Poor, poor dog. It still gives me chills thinking about it. We got word later that evening that Roxi’s surgery went really well. It couldn’t have went any better, according to the surgeon. They had to clean out the wound and basically just sew her skin back into place, like a plastic surgery type of deal. She didn’t have any serious injuries or internal problems. We were so relieved, but still really missed our puppy girl. Before Dominic and I went to sleep, we took a few minutes to send our love to her and wish her a good night.

After we both worked the next day, we went to the clinic with my mom (for an extra set of ears to listen to directions on how to care for her) to pick up Roxi. I wish I would have recorded their reunion. I’ve never seen a dog more excited to see someone than Roxi was to see her Daddy. She whimpered and whined like no other, her tail was wagging so fast and strong, she even tried tojump up on him and she licked his face so much I thought it just might come off. They both had tears in their eyes. It was pretty heart warming to witness. She was wearing a cone around her head, there was a big pink, camouflaged bandage that looks like a cast on her leg and a mesh t-shirt around her body that holds a suction drain in place. The tech went over all of the discharge instructions with us, which we were given in a 3 page packet to follow when we get home. We were really impressed with how detailed and clear they are. She is to have limited activity for the next 2 weeks. No running, jumping or playing. Her medications include 3 different pills that are taken throughout the day and into the early morning. A pain relief patch is bandaged around her paw and is to stay covered up. Her drain is to be emptied 3-4 times a day using a plastic syringe to suck it out. We have to record the time of day and the amount of fluid extracted. It’s to prevent a build-up of fluid in her injury and air bubbles from forming so that her skin can heal and reattach itself back to her muscle. We are to see the doctor again on Friday for a recheck and will have her sutures removed in 10-14 days. What a lot of work! Monday was my last day at work, my first official day of maternity leave and now it appears it’s my first day of around-the-clock puppy care.

Our first evening as her caregivers was horrendous. She refused food completely at first. We’re supposed to mask the pills in food and feed them to her, or shove them in the back of her throat, close her mouth and make her swallow. Which one sounds easier to you? Well neither do when she won’t even eat. We were told that her pain pills are extremely bitter and even the slightest taste on her tongue will cause her to foam at the mouth and water excessively. Well, of course, we tried masking these 2 pills in balls of cheese and our efforts failed. She’s very smart and will eat the cheese around the pill and then spit out the pill. In doing so, she tasted it. They were right, she foamed and watered and shook her head constantly to get rid of it all, splashing me with her drool.  Over the period of the night, she threw up 3-4 times.  She was miserable.  We were miserable and felt defeated.  This difficulty with her pills continued through the early morning.  I ended up breaking down at the end of the night, balling my eyes out over the stress of it all. I had been so much looking forward to my maternity leave to finally “nest”, rest and organize. This is not how I wanted to spend my last few days, week or more before my baby comes. This…is life. Dominic was there to then comfort me and try to lift my spirits the best he could. We’re really going to need to rely on and support each other during this stressful time. So far, we’ve been a pretty good team. Just one more thing to make us stronger.

Today, I stayed home with her while Dominic went to work. I don’t know why or how, but I’ve managed to give her all of her meds without ANY trouble from her all day. So there is a light at the end of this tunnel. She threw up only once. She had a little anxiety at points of the day, being separated from Dominic for so long. Once he returned home, she was able to fully relax. So was I.

We hope that each day gets better and better. We also hope that baby Mia doesn’t decide to come for a little while longer. Wish us luck!

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