We had to take her to the vet in Clayton, an hour away from our farm in Rocky Mount, and she hadn’t been in a vehicle since we’d first gotten her. We’d always had to drug her with Ace to get her there for regular visits, and even then, she drooled, panted and tried to escape from the truck for the first 30 minutes. I figured that by the time we’d get there, she’d be practically asleep– but I knew it would be stressful on her system. The vet wanted to try her coming without drugs.
On the fourth trip there, we made it, with just some hard breathing, and Ems was the perfect lady in the waiting room. She let the vet techs draw her blood with no problem. Turns out you can teach an old dog new tricks.It worked—for a while. Her appetite returned. We had read that a high-protein diet would combat the cancer, so she feasted on stew beef, pork chops, turkey burgers and chicken. No more biscuits for treats: she had beef jerky. As a vegetarian, I’ve never bought so much meat in my life. Thank you, Costco! My carnivore stepson, who became Emmy’s personal chef, also benefited from this diet–probably not in a good way. Continue reading Oops 50: Check-in from Farmer Nancy: Emmy and Otis