We as veterinarians learn very early in our careers to expect the unexpected. Twelve years ago I received a call from one of my clients. She was walking her dog in Central Park and came upon a cat. Both of his right limbs had been severed, and she didnt know what to do. In an instant an ordinary day became my worst day. Cruelty cases are the most painful for any of us.
Butter was a survivor. My colleagues wanted to call him Tripod, but I was adamantly against it. He would not be named for his disability, but instead for a rich and delicious treat. We had to amputate his right forelimb, but by an act of God he had only lost his toes on the back foot. We were able to save the limb with a series of rather uncomfortable bandage changes which he weathered with full stoicism. He came home with me, and hes been the butter on my bread ever since.
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