Charlie has had problems with his back for years. He will be 13 in September. He was born on my late best friend’s birthday. And named after her father Charlie Ross.
There was obvious weakness in his back right leg. Then he started to kind of drag it behind him, so I took him to the vet yesterday.
His mid-back discs have collapsed. The vet said he can’t really feel the leg or know where to place his foot.
He will be undergoing therapy twice per week, and the first time was yesterday. Dr. Poteet gave him a shot with Vitamin E to ease the inflammation.
Charlie can’t take pain pills because of his heart condition/medication. So I give him Vitamin E supplements every day.
Lots of meds, like this one, are chewable, but Charlie unfortunately has no teeth. So I cut the pills up into small pieces. Then I put them into a small pill pocket treat. He manages to get that down.
I know one of you lost your fur baby this past week and I’m oh, so very sorry. We can’t control these things. They control us. What soul wrenching heartbreak.
Physical Therapy For Charlie:
So Charlie will go in for physical therapy again tomorrow. They will have to work us in again because the vet, who is 75 and never takes a day off, is booked solid through the month.
Dr. Poteet lives and breathes his work at the clinic.
Yesterday while we were in the waiting room, I heard him talking to a patient’s mom/dad on the phone.
Dr. Poteet didn’t use the words “your pet or dog or cat.” I heard him say the words “your baby” and then proceeded to tell them how the pet was doing.
Hearing that touched me. They are all babies to him.
When Abi died last year he told me that each and every baby he has ever had broke his heart in two when he lost them.
I wonder how you see death every day and still have the fortitude to keep on keeping on?
But this man does. When he drops it will be in that little clinic where the furnishings and wall decor went out of style a good 40 years ago.
Instead of renovating the place he just sticks something under a table to make it level and keeps going.
His prices are very reasonable and that’s why you don’t see fancy surroundings when you go in there.
There’s Always Another Baby That Needs Him:
Because there’s always another emergency, another baby that needs him.
I am just thankful that he has treated my pets with such loving care.
I couldn’t care less that the walls at the Cedarwood Vet Clinic are covered in paneling from the 60s or 70s. And that it has looked the very same since I started taking my pets there in 2012. Just after I moved to Tulsa from Texas.
On the walls are many, many photos and cards from thankful pet parents sent to Dr. Poteet.
In the small waiting room there is a corner designated as a library someone set up in their pet’s name as a memorial. It is just a box with used books for anyone’s reading pleasure.
Also on the wall is the photocopied print of the beautiful young vet technician who was just about to finish her schooling last year.
Her name was Arielle and she and her unborn baby were killed by a drunk driver the same week I lost Abi.
Oh, how I loathe people who drink and drive, and I was married to one of them.
So, as the tacked up photocopy says, RIP Arielle.
Rest in peace as well, my sweet Abi Rose.
And thank you, Dr. Poteet, for your endless, dedicated and loving hours spent taking care of our “babies.”