My boy injured his leg, well that’s what the first vet said. Three months later he’s still limping. Let’s get a second opinion.
His first, 2nd opinion, appointment was scheduled on a Friday. Bentley has always been super anxious with vet care. And nearly every time we’ve ever gone he had to be sedated. This new vet had never handled Bentley before and they were intimidated, unable to get a mussel on him, and I ended up having to reschedule.
Frustration doesn’t begin to explain how I was feeling. I went to check out and reschedule the appointment. I was given an oral sedative and a mussel to take home. They wanted me to mussel him before bringing him back. The appointment was rescheduled for the following Monday.
An off duty surgeon was hanging out around the reception desk as we were leaving. I guess he could sense my disappointment. Walking out into the parking lot he followed me to ask what happened. I explained the ordeal and Bentley’s initial diagnosis of soft tissue injury. I told him that he was my boy and he may be hard to handle but I don’t think that means we should be shoved to the side.
I understand he does gator rolls on the way back for exams, but in my opinion any qualified vet should be able to take care of him. Bentley is only 63lbs, large yes, but not gigantic! I detailed my feelings that since Bentley shows aggression through anxiety “no one really gives a shit about us” and began to bawl.
The surgeon calmed me down and seemed to actually care. I mean why else would he have followed us out? He went back inside and made sure I was to see him on Monday. He also gave me tips for any future visits to calm Bentley.
I truly believe divine intervention happened that day. Even though I said we’d be back to reception, in my head I was saying no way in hell we’ll be back! Until that surgeon chased me down.
It probably would have been another month before i made another appointment. And at that point it could have been to late. Even though three months had passed since Bentley’s initial misdiagnosis, his chest and organ scans still came back clear. All thanks to that chance meeting and a surgeon who truly cared.