Adventures in Veterinary Medicine – Oliver

When I first began working in veterinary hospitals, I did a little bit of everything.  I worked as a receptionist, veterinary assistant, and kennel attendant.  Being a kennel attendant involved taking care of animals that were boarding at the hospital, which included everything from cleaning their cages, making sure they had fresh food and water, walking them, and giving them medications if needed.  I loved kennel duty despite the less glamorous aspects of cleaning cages and litter boxes and cleaning up after the dogs after taking them out in the hospital’s small backyard.  Kennel duty, especially on weekends and holidays, gave me a chance to spend time with individual animals, time that wasn’t always available during the busy work week when we had surgical patients and pets coming for vet appointments.  I became particularly fond of several frequent boarders, and one that still sticks out in my mind after all these years was a cat named Oliver.

Oliver was a 19-year-old white cat with some brown and black tabby markings.   He was hyperthyroid, and he had kidney disease.  He was skin and bones.  His owners traveled frequently for a few days at a time, and they would board him with us, feeling more comfortable having a veterinarian available in case one was needed rather than leaving Oliver at home in the care of a pet sitter.  He was the first of many geriatric cats that I fell in love with.  There’s something about these wise old souls with their sweet old faces that has always touched my heart.  Oliver needed a lot of special attention while he was boarding, and I gladly gave it to him.  He often needed to be handfed because his appetite was hit or miss.  He wasn’t always cooperative when it came to taking his medication.  But he always, always wanted lots of affection, and he was very vocal both about requesting it and in his appreciation of it – he would start out demanding to be petted with a loud, plaintive cry, and then he’d show his appreciation with a faint, but steady purr.

Even when I had a kennel full of pets to take care of during my shift, I always made extra time for Oliver.  I wasn’t required to be there all day on weekends or holidays, the animals needed to be taken care of three times a day, and depending on their needs, there was often time in between the morning, mid-day and evening shifts to go home for a couple of hours, but when Oliver was boarding, I usually stayed between at least two of my shifts and just sat with him purring away in my lap. 

Each time Oliver went home after boarding at the hospital, I always wondered whether I’d see him again.  At his age, and with his multiple health problems, I knew he didn’t have that much time left.  So each time he was boarding, on my last shift during his stay, I made sure to say a proper good-bye, just in case it was going to be the last one.  And I hoped that if, in the end, he reached a point where euthanasia was indicated, it would happen on a day when I was working so I’d get another chance at one last good bye.

Sadly, I got my wish.  A few days before his 20th birthday, his family brought Oliver to the clinic.  I was asked to assist with his euthanasia, and I got to say good bye to my grizzled old friend one last time.  I had assisted with euthanasias before, and usually managed not to cry until after the client had left, but this one was different.  I couldn’t hold back my tears as I assisted the vet.  Oliver passed away peacefully, surrounded by his family, and one veterinary assistant who’d fallen in love with him.

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11 Comments on Adventures in Veterinary Medicine – Oliver

  1. Myrna Klein
    March 18, 2012 at 10:54 pm (5 years ago)

    Ingrid, my little one Phoebe (a seal bi-color Ragdoll) is now 17-1/2, and after reading about sweet Oliver, I know that Phoebe has the same problems….So far she is OK with the kidneys and she drinks a lot of filtered water, but she does have a slight Thyroid problem & in the last 6 months has become very skinny…She does demand a LOT of cuddles, but she has always purred loud and long …But she is also very vocal and has a baby like cry sometimes…we comfort her at every turn we get…she laps it up…I cannot bear the thought of losing her, but I know it will come, and I have to be strong….I always pray for a miracle….

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    • Ingrid
      March 19, 2012 at 5:30 am (5 years ago)

      Treasure every moment you have with your Phoebe, Myrna – and I hope there’ll be many more months and years for the two of you.

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  2. Esme
    June 30, 2010 at 1:21 am (7 years ago)

    You have had some amazing experiences-I do not know if I could do your job-I am too emotional.

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  3. Ingrid
    June 29, 2010 at 4:14 pm (7 years ago)

    These wonderful pets make it easy to bond, don’t they, Daniela?

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  4. Ingrid
    June 28, 2010 at 12:47 pm (7 years ago)

    Marg, balancing thyroid and renal issues is always a delicate situation. I’m glad yours is doing well right now.

    Welcome to the Conscious Cat, Elisa! Beatrice sounds like she was a wonderful cat. There’s just something special about these wise old souls.

    Bernadette, it definitely was the hardest part for me when I worked in veterinary hospitals. On those days, I’d always go home and hug my own extra hard.

    Layla, it sure sounds like Merlin has the perfect name for a wise old being!

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  5. Layla Morgan Wilde AKA Boomer Muse
    June 28, 2010 at 11:58 am (7 years ago)

    This made me cry. Every vet should be lucky to have assistants as caring as you. There’s no doubt older cats are wiser. They have much to teach us. I swear my old boy Merlin is getting smarter every day!

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  6. Bernadette
    June 28, 2010 at 8:52 am (7 years ago)

    Very sweet. I think that would be the most difficult part of any aspect of veterinary medicine, saying goodbye to so many more beloved animals than just your own household.

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  7. Pesky Cat Designs
    June 28, 2010 at 8:13 am (7 years ago)

    Your post bought tears to my eye. The animals at the vet are so lucky to have you taking care of them.

    Oliver reminds me of my deceased cat Beatrice. I adopted her as a senior and remember how different she was since she was older and wiser. Her eyes would always follow me every where I walked. if I just looked at her she would seem to light up. Every morning she would watch me from her cat bed waiting for me to wake up. As soon as my eyes would open she would get up and jump on my bed to greet me with cuddles.

    I recently found your blog and really look forward to your posts. Have a wonderful week Ingrid!

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  8. Marg
    June 28, 2010 at 7:54 am (7 years ago)

    Great story. Oliver sounds like a wise old guy. Glad he had so many people with him when he had to go to the bridge. I have had 2 or e cats with the thyroid and renal failure and it is special taking care of them because they really need you. I have one right now and she is doing well at the moment.
    Have a great week Ingrid.

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