![]() ![]() ![]() Henry had sunk his teeth into my index finger.Ī white furry tornado then spun out the door of the carrier, tearing at my forearm as it made an escape. A sharp pain shot up my arm, and the familiar sensation of warm blood washed over my palm. On instinct, my hand began to pull back, but it was too late. This was definitely information I could have used earlier! Now I stood frozen, with my arm elbow-deep in the cage of an uncivil feline. I had to coax him into the carrier with food and slam the door. Oh, Doctor, I almost forgot-Henry is practically feral. My hand was almost to the cat’s head when his new owner remembered an important piece of information. I opened the metal-grate door and began to ease my hand in to get hold of the patient. I set it on the Formica exam table between us. Henry was still in the blue plastic carrier that Mrs. ![]() #JEFF WELLS ALL MY PATIENTS HAVE TALES FULL#I would need to palpate the bladder to see how full it was and take an X ray to determine the exact location of the blockage. These were the classic signs of a urinary infection, and the howling indicated that a bladder stone was now blocking Henry’s urethra, making it nearly impossible for him to empty his bladder. You betcha, I remember now-they said he was urinating on the owners’ carpet the last couple weeks. She pondered for a moment before responding. Do you know why he ended up at the Humane Society, Mrs. You’ve just got to help him.Įven though I was a novice, I had a pretty good idea what was afflicting the recently adopted feline. It was the most horrible noise I have ever heard a kitty make. Then last night, he began to howl when he went to use the litter box. I just picked him up from the Humane Society two days ago and he was fine then, don’tcha know, Mrs. I’m sure it was more apparent than I would have wanted to admit that I was still a little nervous about every case that walked through the door, afraid that I might not be able to handle the situation or that I might misdiagnose the ailment of a beloved pet. I had been out of veterinary school for only a few months. She looked me up and down skeptically, clearly evaluating the new guy on the block. Her husband traveled a lot for his job, and she was elated to have a fuzzy new companion. Perkins was a vibrant blonde in her early thirties, with the typical Norwegian Dakota accent. Although she hadn’t had him long enough to know him well, she said it was obvious he wasn’t feeling up to par. Perkins was methodically explaining the symptoms that her new cat, Henry, was experiencing. "Another winning veterinary memoir deserving of space next to the immortal James Herriot and his heirs." - Booklist -Este texto se refiere a la edición kindle_edition. stories would be suitable-and should be required-reading in even the most sophisticated veterinary school programs." - Publishers Weekly Hoyt, President Emeritus, The Human Society of the United States His poignant stories recall the tales of another veterinarian, the legendary James Herriot." - John A. Jeff Wells is a veterinarian with heartfelt regard for both animals and their human companions, a compassion and respect too infrequently experienced in today's world. "Anyone who has a pet will absolutely love this charming and humorous collection of personal experiences with animals. This will be a better and more compassionate world if we listen to the stories animals tell us, for they are smart and passionate beings who have a point of view from which we can learn a lot about them and ourselves." - Marc Bekoff, author of The Emotional Lives of Animals, Wild Justice, and Animals at Play In this most welcome book we not only learn about animals in need, but also what it is like to be a veterinarian with a heart. "What a treat it is to read tales from the tail-bearers. May you be so lucky to have him as your vet and even luckier to call him your friend." - Susan Richards, author of Chosen by A Horse and Chosen Forever Wells shows equal parts compassion to both animal and human in his often humorous but always kind stories. ![]() Jeff Wells has written an honest and poignant account of vet school and his early years in practice. "A wonderful account of the coming of age of a vet. ![]()
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