Over the past 8 days, we have contributed significantly to the bottom line of our Vet's Office. Last week, we rushed Mulligan to the vet and learned that she has a tumour in her bladder. Mulligan is 13, and there is nothing that can be done other than keep her happy and comfortable as long as possible. One of the by products of a tumour in her bladder is that she often needs to go outside in the middle of the night.
Last night, she was pacing back and forth so I got up at 3:00 to let her out. Riley always joins her. Last night was different though. They both charged out the back door, and within seconds Riley was yelping. I rushed out to discover that a porcupine had managed to breach our fenced in yard, and Riley had managed to discover the porcupine.
I herded the 2 dogs into the screened in porch, woke up John, grabbed a flashlight, and watched the porcupine until John got outside. The porcupine might have won the battle, but he lost the war.
Our next mission was to work on Riley. Ouch. I held her while John removed the quills. All 204 of them. Ouch. She was amazing. She squirmed a few times, but lay in my arms quietly and let John work on her.
|the scissors were for cutting her hair - John used pliers to remove the quills|
Off we went to the vet for another emergency visit for them to deal with the quills that we couldn't remove. They put her to sleep, and surgically removed 16 quills that had gone under her skin.
|all I can say is "Ouch!"|
We have her home now, and she's feeling sorry for herself. I'm feeling sorry for her. John is feeling sorry for her. But Mulligan is wondering what all the fuss is about.
And I am so thankful that we can afford emergency vet visits!