27/10/2025
PORCUPINE Quills wasn’t the only emergency I had to deal with one Sunday night when Mr Sawtell brought in Buster, his frantic, 90 # , Lab, with a mouth full of quills.
Mr Sawtell, looked like the typical “old geezer” ; unkempt hair, scraggly beard, wearing a plaid shirt and suspenders.
It took both of us to drag Buster into the treatment room.
In my day i took after hour emergency calls by myself and frequently asked my clients to help me.
I threw a towel over Buster’s shoukder so Mr Sawtell could restrain Buster and hold his front leg so i could inject anesthetic into a vein without getting pocked with quills.
Buster wasnt having any of it - he thrashed and squirmed so much, Mr Sawtell could hardly keep him still.
I somehow got the needle in the vein. I got about half of the anesthetic in when suddenly Mr Sawtell let go of Buster , grabbed his chest and collapsed against the wall not moving.
Now what do I do?!?!?
Buster was still not anesthetized and I had a client having a possible heart attack .
Miraculously, the needle was still in the vein. I was holding on to Buster’s leg for dear life!
In that second i decided to inject the rest of the anesthetic, then call 911.
With Buster asleep on the floor I checked Mr Sawtell. He was awake and weak but he waved me off and pointed to his dog.
I pulled all the quills with one eye on Mr Sawtell, who seemed to have recovered from an apparent angina attack.
We sat on the floor together as Buster came out of anesthesia. He told me he was going to see a cardiologist next week because of these episodes.
From then on Mr Sawtell would drop off a bag of candy in appreciation for helping Buster that night.
I never forgot the moment when he was laying against the wall with obe hand on his chest and the other pointing at his dog. He was thinking of Buster’s welfare ahead of his.
And that is why I loved being a veterinarian.