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champawattigress · 6 days
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Okay, I'm not enormously sentimental, and I fully acknowledge that the XL bully issue in the UK is more nuanced than people (on either side) are willing to admit, but jfc.
We're literally DNA testing newborn abandoned pups, who've done absolutely nothing wrong, to see if we have to euthanize them just for existing. Hellworld.
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starryvibed · 9 months
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27.7.23
It’s been raining 🌧️🌂 so heavily that the city has declared a red alert ‼️ Also been tracking my sleep 💤 and I seem to have improved my morning wake up times ⏰ and have been thankfully getting 7-8 hours per night. 🌃
Reading 📖 :
• Feline panleukopenia
• Digital minimalism by Cal Newport
• FLUTD
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stinkywrinkles · 6 months
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At the vet today for a gross ear and itchy scaly feets :(
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savzo · 1 year
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More Hunter as a vet tech sketches
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lemonmatronics · 2 months
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Hi everyone, I hate to bring this here but like said in the original thread I’m desperate. I’m scared that there’s something wrong with my cat and we don’t have the money to take her to the vet
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More information in the original thread, but basically I’m desperate to get my cat whatever help she needs
I’ll take straight up donations and do commissions both
My cashapp is $robbieutm and my commissions are open on KOFI
If you have PayPal you can donate/pay through KOFI and I accept commission payments through Cashapp
If you can’t Comm or donate please share, I love my cat sm I need to help her
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losech · 4 months
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The angry garbage animal has a few elevated bloodwork values but nothing too concerning, it's pretty typical for older dogs. He got his first adequan injection today, he gets 7 more over the next 4 weeks.
Cinder's cut foot is looking a little red and smells slightly off so I picked up some antibiotics while we were at the vet. Other than licking it she's not affected by it, so she will be coned when I can't watch her since the bitter apple isn't working.
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kirstielol · 2 months
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Just picked up this drunk girl from the vet after getting her teefies cleaned today 🐈‍⬛🪥❤️🥴 everything went well, she's just coming off being sedated so she's all stumbly and her eyes are fully dilated lol
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randomlystuffsblog · 8 months
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• Cat facts :
The cat is a night owl. No need to force a cat to sleep if it's in the mood to play. That's its natural groove.
Specifically, it's during twilight and dawn when cats are most active.
Since they're predators, they can snooze for up to 16 hours a day.
• PS: This photo was taken at 4 A.M on random streets.
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akithekitsune · 1 month
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Hello there! I need your guys' help, my cat who has worms, but me and my family do not have enough money for medicine to get rid of the worms yet, and we also have a dog, so he is probably affected with worms too now, so I'm wondering if there is any other ways to help your pet if they have worms, I know they could eat coconut flakes and carrots, but I don't have carrots and my cat does not like coconut flakes so is there any other way to help my cat and dog?
Pictures of my cat and dog.
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alketaire · 8 days
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i fucking love my job. i wasn't restraining him firmly enough so my wrist got mauled by that known eater of flesh and destroyer of lives, Tootles
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champawattigress · 22 days
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I have personally witnessed so many instances of pet owners forcing beloved animals to continue living far beyond the point of their quality of life hitting zero that the whole "Deux Face" situation was absolutely nothing new to me, except for the wave of genuine nausea I experienced at the social media reaction to her existence.
I can honestly say that I feel a palpable sense of relief, knowing that that calf is no longer being forced to live in that condition, and there's no amount of "well, she had vet care!" or "it doesn't seem like she's in pain!" that would have mollified me. I have been in hundreds of QoL consults with clients who parrot the exact same sentiments while their animal lies, completely recumbent and unresponsive, on the examination table. It's the exact same thing, except compounded by the ghoulish addition of the calf's value as a sideshow act.
Any normal presenting newborn calf that failed to thrive as she did would have been euthanized on welfare grounds long before the 26 day mark. A dairy calf is literally supposed to be able to walk away from its birthing site, a calf whose only developmental milestone was that it "can kinda lift its head" is a calf that has something inherently wrong with it. If Deux Face wasn't deformed in a way that makes well-meaning assholes spout that stupid poem, then she probably would have been put out of her misery ages ago. I keep thinking of the grotesque congenital deformities that domestic cattle can present with, twisted spines and fused joints and extreme hydrocephalus and cleft palates, and how, if Deux Face had presented with QoL reducing examples of any of those conditions, people wouldn't have even batted an eye at her euthanasia. She was literally forced to keep on living, just so people could keep "consuming" her continued existence. She was forced to live, not because it was to her benefit, but for the benefit of the farm, who romanticised and profited from her, and the benefit of idiots who think a goddamn newborn calf should be a source of inspiration in their own lives.
The people on this site who mourned that we didn't get to gawk at this animal a little longer disgust me. The only difference between you and the woman who keeps her 19 year old constant DKA, cushingoid, and severely arthritic Shih Tzu alive is that she, at least, has the excuse that this is an animal she has loved and cared for for decades. She's blinded by love, and needs to be counselled towards the realisation that the dog's existence is now more for her benefit than his. You're just upset that there are no more juicy pics of a recumbent, half-dead calf that you can caption with "TWice aS MaNY STArs As UsuaL!!!!!" in goofy ass fonts.
The only sad thing about Deux Face's death is that it took so long. Fight me on it, I don't care. Your gross parasocial relationship with a dying farm animal you've never met was not worth that animal's enforced suffering.
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starryvibed · 4 months
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December update
I passed my first semester! 📝 Went to the movies quite a lot this month. Im always in awe of the beautiful architecture in the south of this city. 🌆 The number of rottweilers 🐕 we get at the hospital with trypanosomiasis 🪱 is getting concerning now. We had this poor dog with right atrial enlargement and in CHF 🫀and A fib with a HR of 240. The owners declined further diagnostics/ interventions and signed up for a euth.
Subjects i have for II Semester:
Ruminant Clinical Medicine Pt. 2
Emergency medicine
Swine Clinical Medicine
Production Diseases
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auroramoondrop · 1 year
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Blue Moon
Crisp steps of winter, howling of the wind, frostbitten skin. A certain enforcer raced to her targets, the same cycle, her stance balanced, she aims, she shoots, and she runs to the next.
She wasn't just any enforcer, she was the sheriff, Sheriff Grayson. She worked her way to the top, and with many years of dedication and patience, she worked for things she wanted and she had gotten it. Grayson wasn't at the top for nothing.
Her mornings off always started like this, waking up early and train then eating breakfast with her wife and dog. Spending the rest of the day doing what ever they wanted.
Her last target was a cage, inside there was bait for a small animal to come. The sheriff waited until a small creature came out, a curious weasel popped its head up from underneath the snowy rocks.
Its tiny feet patted the snow, leaving a tiny trail. Finally, it circled the cage, eyes wandering around for predators. Grayson held still, finger ready to push the button in her hand, she had the utmost patience.
Then within a flash, the weasel hops into the cage for the food, and the sheriff pushes the button, trapping the small animal.
The look of panic and small animalistic noises are present in Grayson's ear. She picks up the cage slowly before making a walk to her lovely abode.
Once her home became visible in her field of vision, she could see her wife inside scrambling to the teapot before it boils over. The enforcer chuckled, she always forgets.
She went up the porch stairs, Grayson winced when she felt her knees slightly grind. It was just another reminder she was getting old. She opened the back door open and was met with warm firewood and earl gray tea.
Grayson set down the cage and walked to the other side of the table, she wrapped her strong arms around her wife while she laughed.
"Morning dearest, it seems you have got me another patient, no?" Grayson smirked and brought the cage to her.
"And look what we caught again. The same cute weasel." Her wife sighs as she puts her hand in the cage for the small creature to climb in. She watches her lover inspect the animal as she looks for any wounds.
"Found the problem! He has a small cut on his leg, I'll have to patch it up." Grayson's wife pulls out some medical supplies, Grayson was always so fascinated and her heart turned to mush that she took care of animals for a living.
They were the perfect duo, Grayson never kills the animals she hunts, she let's them be taken care of by her wife and sets them free.
As the sheriff was lost in thought, her wife already took care of the injury and was currently being fed, she walked up to Grayson, cupping her strong jaw. She snaps out of her daze and smiles at the lady that is a couple of inches shorter than her.
She wraps her strong arms around her waist and brings her ever so closer. The pair's breath shortened and became heavy, they took their time examining all of the beauty before them.
Loving someone was an understatement, however, to be in love with someone, was the depth of it all. The Sheriff pulled the vet into a warm kiss, her wife sighed into her, she could never get old for this.
Her wife's hands wandered up, finding place on the woman's jaw. Small circles were carved into caramel skin, the skin underneath warming.
Faint whines were given attention when the love doves parted. The precious creature gazed up at them with begging eyes.
"Oh,...alright. Seems like someone is eager to be back out." The vet picked up the small weasel in her arms to cradle, Grayson stood with her eyes still closed. The feeling of warm lips and tea reminded her of the relief she feels when she makes it home every shift.
Opening her emerald eyes, she finds another pair across from her, that belonged to her dearly beloved. Her wife's face crinkled softly, showing visible dimples.
"Gray...you're making me feel old again. We talked about this, we aren't college sweethearts anymore." The sheriff's face cringed slightly and a mocking smile appeared.
"Oh, but can a gal dream! If I might say, you aren't the 'imaginative romantic' I remember." The vet groaned playfully at her partner's antics.
"Perhaps you're getting too old to remember, honey biscuit." She belly-laughed while Grayson started to dramatically gasp offended.
The officer still opened the door to the outdoors when her lover had her arms in a bunch, the air nips at them. Grayson stood at the door, watching her wife bend down to set the little animal free. She rises from her crouched position wincing from the slight crack her knees gave.
Realizing how cold it is, she rushes inside. The sheriff laughs and closes the door, her ears picking up on a soft melody coming from the living space. When she went closer she saw the record playing, the gentle tapping of the spindle, and the slight scratching sound.
'Ahh...Blue Moon...by Billie Holiday. Our favorite.'
"Darling?" Her raspy voice calls out in a plea. Rustling is heard in the kitchen before her gal looks into the living space, Grayson's hand is out, her face crinkled from her warm smile.
Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
She returns it with a sincere smile and walks gracefully towards her, now hand and hand, they pull closer to each other. Chests brush softly, they step in rhythm, the atmosphere melting into soft euphoria.
Blue moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for
The sheriff's warm gloved hand holds the dip in her lover's back, her wife held onto her neck as their foreheads meet.
And then they suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper
"Please adore me"
And when I looked
The moon had turned to gold
"Gray..." The enforcer's eyes still closed, hums in response. Delicate fingers rub tendons in her neck, when a minute goes by in just silence, Grayson felt obligated to open her eyes.
Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
"Promise to stay like this for as long as Runettera lives?" Her wife's gaze was pleading, her hand lifted from her back and rested on her cheek.
Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
"Darl, and if Runeterra was in shambles, I would be with you until the day after forever." The sheriff's voice was deep and gravelly, smooth richness.
Blue moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for
The couple danced in their living room, cozy warmth for the sheer cold. Fire crackles in sparks and the flames dance in sync with the old weds, the soft steps they took on their soft carpet.
And then they suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper
"Please adore me"
And I looked
The moon had turned to gold
Promises we're constantly told and kept and fulfilled. Delicate kisses and hot breaths were spread onto each other, harmony in the air.
Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
An old sheriff with her old doctor, two gals in love. Quite honestly, this is their happiest moments, shared in the home they built, and may these memories be cherished. For they have many more to make in their coming years.
Blue moon~
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savzo · 1 year
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Willows so impressed by the dog and Hunters just happy shes there with coffee lol Vet tech life man
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stinkywrinkles · 1 year
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Roxy had a long-overdue dental cleaning and several tooth extractions on Monday. She did great, is taking her meds very well, and has been enjoying a wet-food diet while she recuperates! Her post-op anesthesia haze was hilarious though, she spent most of the afternoon/evening just staring into the void having Big Blurry Thoughts while restlessly wandering off to go stand in different rooms every few minutes. She finally settled on the couch with me after she was fed.
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