skinnydipper
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25 October 2022. Stephanie Derry on Facebook.
This feels like an impossible post to write, and it’s taken days to even be able to try and put it to words, but the Saturday before last we lost our beautiful Winnie. Winnie came to us back in May, she was due to be PTS after suddenly going off of her back legs, she was eight months old and deserved a chance so we agreed to take her on. Winnie’s list of problems felt neverending but she was incredibly happy and full of life, so Niall and I chipped away getting each issue sorted, both of us nursing and giving her the extra care she needed throughout, and as the weeks and months went by we watched her get better and better. Winnie loved life, she was a ray of sunshine, fun and playful and loving to everyone. She filled the space around her with pure happiness and put a smile on everyone’s face, her issues meant she couldn’t do all that she wanted as a puppy but she never let it get her down, she truly was one in a million. After all these months she was nearly ready to leave us, and despite all her problems we had found her a dream home, one you couldn’t have even imagined, she had won the lottery. So she went to be speyed and have her *second* BOAS surgery. The surgery went well and although her initial recovery was uneventful she was staying in the vets for close monitoring. However, within 24hrs she suddenly went downhill and despite all the best efforts from an amazing team she crashed and was unable to be resuscitated. I can’t remember the last time a death has hit me like this, I don’t have the words to say how deeply deeply devastated I am. To make it worse my paid job as a vet nurse and the fact she was at my practice and I was working that weekend, meant that I was there, involved from start to finish, even while her lifeless body was desperately trying to be revived, and although a part of me is pleased I was with her at the end, the images are hard to get out of my head. The veterinary world is rough at the best of times and despite what people might think losing patients like this isn’t easy, you don’t just switch off and go home, you carry it on your shoulders, and it adds an extra layer to my grief to know that my friends who tried so hard to save her had this weight on them. I’ve spent the last week questioning everything, beating myself up, doubting decisions that I made, replaying and scrutinising everything again and again and again, wondering if this or that may have made a difference, it’s made me question being in rescue, made me question the job that I’ve done for over two decades, and made me feel unbearably low. But the sadness and guilt is now turning into rage, we had no choice, she HAD to have the surgery and this is always the risk, so now the question really is WHY THE HELL are we still breeding dogs that have to have operations for them to breathe? How earth does this make any sense? When did BOAS surgery become so routine? Can someone please explain to me how it is acceptable to breed dogs that then have to be operated on for them to survive??! When I started vet nursing BOAS was almost unheard of, and now at my practice we must do at least one surgery a week, it feels like it’s almost become acceptable, I’ve even heard clients say “oh don’t worry, you can just get that fixed” as if it was no different to a neuter. Winnie was not from a “backyard breeder” she was KENNEL CLUB registered, she had: Cherry eye, Entropian, districhiasis, skin issues, hip dysplasia, chest infections, severe spinal deformities, discospondylitis, she was deaf, and before the first BOAS surgery struggled to breathe with even the slightest exercise. She was a mess, a total genetic freak, but we are still pumping out more and more of these dogs to live at best disabled lives. It is absolutely criminal that this is happening. Winnie was a part of our family for the time she was here and her leaving has had a massive impact on us, I don’t often pour my heart out but I feel like it’s important for people to know what happened to her and for her short life not to be for nothing. Winnie is not the first dog I’ve seen die from complications with BOAS and she won’t be the last, it is so unnecessary and unfair on the veterinary staff that have to care for them, for the rescues who so often have to pick up the pieces and most importantly the dogs who’s life’s are so restricted and affected. To everyone that helped to look after her for these past few months, thank you from the bottom of our hearts. And to Winnie, I am so sorry, I’m sorry if I let you down and I’m sorry you were born like this, you deserved so much more, and you nearly made it, but I hope you know you were so so loved.
Enough is enough, we really need to stop breeding these dogs.
This feels like an impossible post to write, and it’s taken days to even be able to try and put it to words, but the Saturday before last we lost our beautiful Winnie. Winnie came to us back in May, she was due to be PTS after suddenly going off of her back legs, she was eight months old and deserved a chance so we agreed to take her on. Winnie’s list of problems felt neverending but she was incredibly happy and full of life, so Niall and I chipped away getting each issue sorted, both of us nursing and giving her the extra care she needed throughout, and as the weeks and months went by we watched her get better and better. Winnie loved life, she was a ray of sunshine, fun and playful and loving to everyone. She filled the space around her with pure happiness and put a smile on everyone’s face, her issues meant she couldn’t do all that she wanted as a puppy but she never let it get her down, she truly was one in a million. After all these months she was nearly ready to leave us, and despite all her problems we had found her a dream home, one you couldn’t have even imagined, she had won the lottery. So she went to be speyed and have her *second* BOAS surgery. The surgery went well and although her initial recovery was uneventful she was staying in the vets for close monitoring. However, within 24hrs she suddenly went downhill and despite all the best efforts from an amazing team she crashed and was unable to be resuscitated. I can’t remember the last time a death has hit me like this, I don’t have the words to say how deeply deeply devastated I am. To make it worse my paid job as a vet nurse and the fact she was at my practice and I was working that weekend, meant that I was there, involved from start to finish, even while her lifeless body was desperately trying to be revived, and although a part of me is pleased I was with her at the end, the images are hard to get out of my head. The veterinary world is rough at the best of times and despite what people might think losing patients like this isn’t easy, you don’t just switch off and go home, you carry it on your shoulders, and it adds an extra layer to my grief to know that my friends who tried so hard to save her had this weight on them. I’ve spent the last week questioning everything, beating myself up, doubting decisions that I made, replaying and scrutinising everything again and again and again, wondering if this or that may have made a difference, it’s made me question being in rescue, made me question the job that I’ve done for over two decades, and made me feel unbearably low. But the sadness and guilt is now turning into rage, we had no choice, she HAD to have the surgery and this is always the risk, so now the question really is WHY THE HELL are we still breeding dogs that have to have operations for them to breathe? How earth does this make any sense? When did BOAS surgery become so routine? Can someone please explain to me how it is acceptable to breed dogs that then have to be operated on for them to survive??! When I started vet nursing BOAS was almost unheard of, and now at my practice we must do at least one surgery a week, it feels like it’s almost become acceptable, I’ve even heard clients say “oh don’t worry, you can just get that fixed” as if it was no different to a neuter. Winnie was not from a “backyard breeder” she was KENNEL CLUB registered, she had: Cherry eye, Entropian, districhiasis, skin issues, hip dysplasia, chest infections, severe spinal deformities, discospondylitis, she was deaf, and before the first BOAS surgery struggled to breathe with even the slightest exercise. She was a mess, a total genetic freak, but we are still pumping out more and more of these dogs to live at best disabled lives. It is absolutely criminal that this is happening. Winnie was a part of our family for the time she was here and her leaving has had a massive impact on us, I don’t often pour my heart out but I feel like it’s important for people to know what happened to her and for her short life not to be for nothing. Winnie is not the first dog I’ve seen die from complications with BOAS and she won’t be the last, it is so unnecessary and unfair on the veterinary staff that have to care for them, for the rescues who so often have to pick up the pieces and most importantly the dogs who’s life’s are so restricted and affected. To everyone that helped to look after her for these past few months, thank you from the bottom of our hearts. And to Winnie, I am so sorry, I’m sorry if I let you down and I’m sorry you were born like this, you deserved so much more, and you nearly made it, but I hope you know you were so so loved.
Enough is enough, we really need to stop breeding these dogs.
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