If I had a dollar for every time I heard a client say "He/she was fine yesterday!!", I would be able to pay prepay my entire vet school tuition five times over....
Yeah, we poke fun at the "s/he was fine yesterday!" people, but...
A while back, we had a Maltese come in, looking like it was on death's door. The owners threw out the "s/he was fine yesterday!" line, and we all rolled our eyes. The doc talked to them a few times, trying to get them to approve blood work, when they casually mentioned that, oh, by the way, yesterday we were mixing antifreeze with water in a big bucket in the garage, and the dog lapped some of it up, so we shooed her away. So, yes, she was perfectly fine the day before but was in renal failure by the time she got to us. While we were waiting for the paperwork for the euth to go through, we noticed her claws were so overgrown that one of them had burrowed into the pad and was oozing pus. Nice.
Other weird/crazy things we've seen lately:
- Two sewing needle dogs, on separate days. One of them had it lodged in the back of his throat, but we didn't see it at first because he was too excitable for the intern to get a good look in his mouth. Once he was out for rads and once the abdominal and thoracic views turned up with nothing, we looked in and saw it there. When the intern took it out, the thread was still in the needle!
- A big ol' pitty came in with a fish hook in his upper lip. He was perfectly calm and happy until the hook got snagged on someone's scrub pants, and then they both freaked out. Luckily he didn't tear it out. We also had a cat come in with a fish hook. Give a cat a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a cat to fish...
- We had a little Maltese mix that had recently been rescued from a shelter, and it had no lower jaw. Just a flap of loose skin. Owners didn't know if it was a birth defect or what. It was freaking weird.
- We rolled in a 60 lb. Irish setter into the OR for a hemoab/splenectomy. The surgeon opened, and all you could see was this mass of veiny tissue. The liver was grey, and the instant they moved the mass out of the abdominal cavity, it started turning red again. The mass was gigantic, the size of a basketball at least. We took bets on how much it weighed, but everyone was under. It was 10.4 lb!
- An elderly man came in with his GSD. He said he had been playing fetch with the dog, using a stick, when the dog suddenly yelped. He noticed blood, so he came over right away. The dog's lower jaw was entirely degloved! How does that happen from playing fetch with a stick?! The man was very concerned and forthcoming, so none of us thought he was lying. It was bizarre.
- A boxer puppy came in with a broken femur. Poor thing got his paw stuck in his crate, and the owners were trying to help him get free. The dog struggled so much that he broke his own femur, and the owners were incredibly upset. They couldn't afford surgery so they went home with pain meds. A while later, one of the doctors asks if anyone wants to adopt a boxer puppy -- the owners went home and put him up on Craigslist to see if someone who could afford the surgery would be willing to take him in.
- We had a rare one come in a few weeks ago -- a cat with spontaneous hemoperitoneum. The owners opted to attempt surgery, and as soon as the resident opened, she said, "F%&$." Lots of cancery badness. They took some samples, closed, kept her under, wheeled her out, and then had to euthanize.