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My First Sick Cow

D. E. Larsen, DVM My early memories from childhood are still vivid in my mind and go back to my third year, and maybe earlier. My older brother, who never seems to recall much of those days, will often disagree with my memory once I mention something. That said, this is my memory and myContinue reading “My First Sick Cow”

One Twist Deserves Another

D. E. Larsen, DVM I ran my hand into Rosie’s vagina a second time. It still ran into a blind pouch. Rosie was a prized Jersey cow that supplied milk to a lot of neighbors. “What the heck is going on?” I asked myself. “I had never had a dystocia in a Jersey before unlessContinue reading “One Twist Deserves Another”

Ageless Ida and Kitty

D. E. Larsen, DVM Ida was sitting beside her daughter, waiting patiently, with Kitty nestled in her lap. Ida was my oldest client, a tiny, frail old lady with snow-white hair. She lived by herself, but her daughter, Lila, was close at hand. Lila was no spring chicken herself. Ida drove until a couple ofContinue reading “Ageless Ida and Kitty”