by Maxine Davis
I was out of town when I got the message from my husband Friday night, “Call me when you get this.” I knew it couldn’t be good, thinking of a couple of elderly relatives that have not been in the best of health. But no, it was my dog, Tillie. She had a terrible habit of sticking her head down any hole in the ground where she saw movement. Hubby said she had been bitten on the nose by a copperhead snake and was in the emergency veterinary hospital about an hour north of us, spending the night. Naturally a good case of tears followed. Mine.
To end the suspense, she is fine now. My wonderful puppy—okay, so she’s eleven years old, but she will always be my “puppy”—was very sick. The veterinarian said the venom was breaking down her blood. Her head was the size of a huge cantaloupe and she just lay there, I’m sure, feeling horrible. He gave her fluids throughout the night, two kinds of pills to take home and said she “should be fine.”
I could not imagine how they would treat a snake bite in dogs, but the vet said fluids, pain pills and another pill. She now has a brown streak down her jaw that I’m told is discoloration due to the venom.
I was surprised to learn that there is no longer an emergency veterinary hospital in a town as big as Macon. Our vet was out of town. The “on call” doc had company and couldn’t leave. Which begs the question…”If he’s on call, shouldn’t he take emergencies that come in?” Thank goodness for Southern Crescent Animal Hospital in Fayetteville.
If you have a beloved pet, do you know where the emergency veterinary clinic is? Many vets will tell you that unless you are a patient of theirs, they don’t take emergencies. I was shocked.
Tillie is now even more spoiled, and she and I love that! She is, however, a little more select about what she chases into holes.