Roscoe, one
of the elder goats, showed signs late yesterday of having stones, a
serious situation. I gave pain meds and this morning was able to get my
emergency vet here. I knew it was probably going to end like this, but
he was in dire pain.The x-ray showed his bladder was 6 ml wider than what
is considered a bad enlargement, and showed signs of multiple stones
some large. Even if I had wanted to do surgery [I did not due to his age
and chronic issues] she could not have opted to because his
electrolytes were already messed up. As she put it, even with surgery
many continue to have these, and the smaller goats are problematic for
recovery. We talked about my feed and I wasn't really doing anything
wrong, but for the boys I'm going to switch to more hay and as little
pellet as needed and only if they lose weight. I'm so glad he could die
here. My vet agreed, and she said the 2 hour ride to the clinic would
have been horribly painful for him. I'm a firm believer in letting them
die here, and am also a firm believer in not over-vetting - that is a
very personal choice for every sanctuary and animal owner.
So
this is one of those things that has ended in relief for animal and
human. It is always hard to see them in pain, so when he went under, I
was so relieved for him. His belly was way extended which she noticed
right away which was from him pushing out trying to get relief.
I buried him with a polk-a-dot blankie.
It was a tiring day. We got a lot of stall pre-winter clean up done which was tiring. Ready for a fire and a glass of wine.
When
he went under, he turned his sweet little ol' head towards me, and kind
of curled it over, like a swan. He looked so peaceful.
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