So I drive humans to the hospital for money. Sometimes they come to us, which isn’t really the norm and we lose all sense of structure when you come to the door. But we deal.
One day we hear a car race up and screeeeeech to a stop in front of the bay door. “Help help he’s dying, I’ve been trying CPR but nothing is helping.”
Wow shit ok. Kick into gear, getting ready for a dead person in the car, and she rushes to the back door and hauls out a limp cat.
We love animals, so we stay in gear, but this is a trip also. I take the kitty and my heart breaks because they’re so limp and I don’t feel breathing and I’m preparing to tell her the cat has died but I feel a breath. Another like 15 seconds later.
Cat is down, not dead. We put some blow by oxygen by kitty and were about to probably give breaths like in the post - something we wouldn’t do on a human - and I’m sure we were both mentally debating how much naloxone and if we’d get fired.
And then another car screeches up and it’s the local vet! Swoops in and injects the cat and it wakes up and chills in the carrier. Also refuses transport.
Rural life is cool.
Edit: Vet had seen the kitty recently for surgery. Kitty had been home for 12 hours or so and awake, but according to Doc Awesome it was rebound toxicity/response.
I have a friend who works in veterinary emergency clinics, and it’s always hilarious to hear his stories, because the CPR doesn’t change on a cat/dog, but there are endless complaints about how different breeds are easier/harder because of their body shape.
So I drive humans to the hospital for money. Sometimes they come to us, which isn’t really the norm and we lose all sense of structure when you come to the door. But we deal.
One day we hear a car race up and screeeeeech to a stop in front of the bay door. “Help help he’s dying, I’ve been trying CPR but nothing is helping.”
Wow shit ok. Kick into gear, getting ready for a dead person in the car, and she rushes to the back door and hauls out a limp cat.
We love animals, so we stay in gear, but this is a trip also. I take the kitty and my heart breaks because they’re so limp and I don’t feel breathing and I’m preparing to tell her the cat has died but I feel a breath. Another like 15 seconds later.
Cat is down, not dead. We put some blow by oxygen by kitty and were about to probably give breaths like in the post - something we wouldn’t do on a human - and I’m sure we were both mentally debating how much naloxone and if we’d get fired.
And then another car screeches up and it’s the local vet! Swoops in and injects the cat and it wakes up and chills in the carrier. Also refuses transport.
Rural life is cool.
Edit: Vet had seen the kitty recently for surgery. Kitty had been home for 12 hours or so and awake, but according to Doc Awesome it was rebound toxicity/response.
I have a friend who works in veterinary emergency clinics, and it’s always hilarious to hear his stories, because the CPR doesn’t change on a cat/dog, but there are endless complaints about how different breeds are easier/harder because of their body shape.