D. E. Larsen, DVM Hugh and I were walking out to the small pig pen beside their small barn. The pen held a large sow with a litter of eleven piglets about five weeks old. The reason I was here was because now there were only ten piglets. One had been found dead this morning.Continue reading “Splints for Scruffy, From the Archives”
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Seventeen Bites, From the Archives
D. E. Larsen, DVM Mrs. Wilson was standing by the exam table holding her cat, Fluffy, in her arms. Fluffy was an average-sized female cat with long gray hair and striking blue eyes. “What’s up with Fluffy this morning, Mrs. Wilson?” I asked. “She has been sick for several days,” Mrs. Wilson said. “She hasn’tContinue reading “Seventeen Bites, From the Archives”
Another Witch, Another February, From the Archives
D. E. Larsen, DVM I turned into the old farm’s long driveway off of Cochran Creek Road, north of Brownsville. I had been here only a couple of times before. The farm did have some character, with an old barn nestled up against a hillside, and an old trailer not far from the barn thatContinue reading “Another Witch, Another February, From the Archives”
Memoirs of a Country Vet 