Copy of this months article in the Spalding Guardian written by Wayne IS THAT YOUR SNAKE ON THE STEP? This month I thought I would recount a few stories from my early days as a Vet in Liverpool and how my wife and I came to start rescuing cats. One busy day a client brought his corn snake snake into the surgery. The snake had a mouth infection and had not fed in some time. I decided to hospitalise the snake. After tube feeding and an injection we placed the snake in a cat basket with a heat lamp. The wire basket have a very fine mesh and seemed snake proof. However I did not realise that holes around the lid were slightly larger and the snake escaped. All of us at the surgery were horrified. We spent hours searching the surgery moving everything about. We could not find the snake anywhere. I rang the owner with the upsetting news. The next day a client arriving for a consultation ,casually asked at reception Is that your snake on the front step? The snake was sun bathing. The snake was returned to the surgery and made a full recovery. My old boss Don,a large and cheerful character had an interesting experience with a budgie. An elderly lady ,who had just been shopping at Cousins bakery, dropped into the surgery to talk to vet about her budgie. She was ushered into Dons consulting room carrying a small box tied with string. She explained to Don that her budgie had stopped talking and did not seem itself. As they talked further, Don untied the string,carefully lifted a corner and slid his hand inside. His fingers sank into a soft sticking substance.Hey,what do you think you are doing with my cake? exclaimed the elderly lady. She had failed to tell Don that the budgie was still at home and he had assumed the box contained a budgie. Our cat rescue activities started with a cat called Minnie. She was a stunning cat,large with long black fur and beautiful green eyes. The owners had brought her to the surgery to be put to sleep,they gave no reason why. I was approaching her with with the euthanasia injection when she looked straight into my wifes eyes and held the stare. My wife pulled her off the table and said we can not do this. We contacted the owners and they agreed that we could rehome her. This was start of hundreds of rehomings and our pledge not to put a treatable animal to sleep. We make our living from treating these animals and it is only right that we should provide care when they need it the most. When we moved to Lincolnshire we arrived with 12 rescue cats ,one was given to us the day we moved and they all had their own stories. Tales for another day.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Jun 2014 08:44:27 +0000
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