White Muscle Disease 

D. E. Larsen, DVM

“Doc, I think I have a problem that you should look at,” Ryan said as soon as I picked the phone up.

“What’s going on, Ryan?” I asked.

“I have two dead calves out in the field this morning,” Ryan said. “Yesterday, everything was fine. The others all look like they are doing well, but something must be going on for two calves to be dead.”

“Okay, I have some time now,” I said. “I will run by shortly and open one of the calves up. If I can’t find a cause of death, we will send you over to the diagnostic lab at Oregon State with the other calf.”

It was a short drive out to Ryan’s place. When I arrived, Ryan had the two calves pulled out of the field and stretched out in front of the pasture gate.

I looked over the grounds, and then I had Ryan pull one of the calves over to a grassy area in the corner of the barn lot.

“Just in case we have something contagious,” I said. “We don’t want to contaminate the ground that the entire herd will be walk through.”

“Do you think it could be something serious?” Ryan asked.

“Two dead calves are serious,” I said. “I have seen more, and it could be something like Lepto. It is just better that I open this guy on ground that is not used by the herd.”

I pulled on a pair of gloves and grabbed a bucket of warm water and my necropsy knife. 

Looking at both calves, they were in good condition and looked close to a month old. I spent a couple of minutes looking at the rest of the herd in the pasture. All the calves looked up and about. I turned my attention to the dead calf stretched out on the grass.

With the calf lying on his right side, I opened the calf’s skin along the ventral midline and reflected the front and back legs over his back. Then I opened the abdomen and chest and reflected the ribs and muscles over his back with the legs.

Now I had both the chest and abdomen fully exposed. I noticed a few white streaks in the muscles of the hind legs. White muscle disease was immediately on the list of possibilities. Still, a few diseased fibers in the hind leg muscles would not lead to sudden death.

“Ryan, do you give your calves a BoSe injection when they are born?” I asked.

“No, I guess I don’t know what that is,” Ryan said.

“It is a vitamin E and selenium supplement,” I said. “Western Oregon is in a significant selenium deficient area, and we need to supplement cows and their calves. Some mineral mixes have some selenium in them but not at a level that we need around here. I am working on a prescription mix with a guy up at Rufus, but it will probably be next year before that is available.”

“Do you think that is the problem?” Ryan said.

“I notice a few white streaks in the muscles of the hind legs,” I said. “That is not enough to cause sudden death. But white muscle disease has a cardiac form, and that often leads to sudden death. So I am going to look at this heart right now.”

I carefully opened the pericardium, the sac-like structure that contains the heart. Then I whacked through the great vessels and pulled the heart out where I could get a good look at it.

This was definitely a cardiac form of white muscle disease. The heart muscle was uniformly pale, and there were multiple white streaks in the muscles on the outside of the heart.

“Let’s take this over to the truck, and I will open it on the tailgate,” I said. “That way, I can show you what we have going on.”

I placed several layers of paper towels on the open tailgate to serve as a work surface. And then, with my large surgical scissors, I opened both sides of the heart.

“Ryan, the first thing we see when we look at this heart is the muscles are pale,” I explained as I pointed things out to Ryan. “Just compare this to the heart muscle you see in a slaughtered steer.”

“Yes, I see,” Ryan said. “This heart is really pale, and what are those white streaks I see on the surface?”

“Those are diseased muscle fibers,” I said. “Just like the streaks I could see in the hind leg muscles. The problem is, this is the heart, and diseased muscle fibers become more important than a sore leg.”

“I guess I am getting the picture,” Ryan said.

“Look at the inside of this heart,” I said. “See all these white plaques on the lining of the left ventricle. This is definitely the cardiac form of white muscle disease. I can send some of these tissues in to confirm the diagnosis. Still, you need to get an injection of BoSe into these calves you have out in the pasture. Give an injection to any new calves as soon as they are born.”

“This will kill a calf overnight?” Ryan asked. “I mean, these two calves were normal last night.”

“Yes, sudden death is common with the cardiac form,” I said. “Sort of like a heart attack.”

“Well, if it is that way in cattle, what about you and me?” Ryan asked.

“That is an interesting question,” I said. “I don’t think the medical profession fully addresses that question. They would rather blame red meat. But if you look at the incidence of heart attacks in men from Denver and compare that to men in Portland, or Sweet Home, you will probably see a difference. Denver has plenty of selenium; Sweet Home is deficient.”

“Maybe I should check my vitamin pills,” Ryan said.

“Yes, that probably helps,” I said. “And our diet is not restricted to local foods these days.

“Can I pick up that BoSe at your office?” Ryan asked.

“Yes, and that is important that you get that done today,” I said. “Give some MuSe to the cows is a good idea also, but that is not critical to do right away. I will put you on the list of ranches when I have the new mineral mix put together.”

“What is the difference between BoSe and MuSe?” Ryan asked.

“Just the concentration,” I said. “BoSe is one cc per forty pounds, and MuSe is one cc per two hundred pounds. You could probably get away with using MuSe on these calves. They are big enough and probably deficient enough that giving them one cc of MuSe would probably be okay and would be a little cheaper.”

“What do I need to do with these calves?” Ryan asked.

“You can just dispose of them however you do that,” I said. “There is no need to do anything special with them. There is nothing contagious here.”

“I have always heard of guys talk about white muscle disease,” Ryan said. “But I haven’t heard anyone say anything about finding dead calves.”

“Sometimes, that is because this form doesn’t occur too often,” I said. “But the other side of that story is if you don’t look for something, you won’t find it.”

“You mean if I just assumed these calves died of whatever and drug them out to the brush for the coyotes, I would never have known I had a white muscle disease problem,” Ryan said.

“Exactly,” I said. “You always need to investigate a death. Maybe not so much in a sixteen-year-old cow, but any unexpected death, you find the cause.”

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Not Much Room for a Mouse 

D. E. Larsen, DVM

We had several clients who always wanted to talk with me rather than the front desk. That was on the phone or in person. They were always men, and for the most part, they were large animal clients.

They were accommodated if my time allowed for the conversation. These guys didn’t abuse their status in the clinic, and they were always willing to wait their turn or call back if it was a phone call.

So, when I noticed Bill standing aside out in the reception room, I knew he was waiting to speak with me.

As soon as I had a spare moment, I stepped out to the reception room and motioned Bill to come back. He followed me to the surgery room. It was the only open room we had at the time.

Bill was one of my favorite large animal clients. His cow herd was not large, but it was well cared for, and I often visited his place. If he needed a dog looked at, he would send it in with his wife. He had cats on his farm, but I think they were like the barn cats of my youth. They were pretty much on their own.

Bill was a tough man. He had been in the Marines during World War Two and fought in the Pacific. Bill was on Iwo Jima. And he even had similarities in his appearance to Lee Marvin.

“Now, Doc, I don’t want you to be laughing at me,” Bill said as he laid a small towel down on the surgery table. “And I didn’t kill this little guy. I would have, had I found it alive, but I found it dead.”

I carefully unwrapped the towel. It seemed like I could remember almost the same conversation with Bill a year or two ago.

There in the towel was a dead mouse. And a pitiful-looking little mouse.

“I have never seen anything like this before,” Bill said. “You always seem to have all the answers. It is sort of like nature is sending me stuff to see if I can stump you, one of these days.”

I pulled on a pair of exam gloves and picked up the little mouse. On closer exam, the skin was moving. I parted the fur, and there was a breathing hole. I turned the mouse on its back. There were four large lumps on his ventral abdomen. Then I found three similar masses on each side and two on his back.

“Bill, did you ever see any warbles on your cow’s back?” I asked. “I mean, we treat them now, but twenty years ago, warbles were common.”

“Yes, I used to squeeze them when I was a kid,” Bill said. “The biggest grub you could imagine would pop out of those warbles.”

“Do you see all these lumps on this mouse?” I asked. 

“Yes, that is why I brought him in for you to look at,” Bill said. “You know, I have a bunch of grandkids. I don’t want them exposed to anything from some sick mouse or squirrel.”

“Well, if you watch these lumps, they move,” I said. “The mouse is dead, but these lumps are still alive. These are like those big grubs you popped out of those warbles on the back of a cow.”

“These are from heel flies?” Bill asked.

“No, it is a different fly, but sort of the same type of life cycle,” I said. “These are Cuterebra larva. They are from a rodent bot fly. We see them in rabbits and occasionally a cat. In those animals, they are a nuisance. In this little mouse, there is not much room for a mouse. It is all larva.”

“So, nothing to worry about for grandkids,” Bill said.

“Probably not,” I said. “I have seen a note or two about these on people, but I would guess that is pretty rare. Especially if you bathe once in a while. Probably the biggest risk would be for one of the little ones finding a mouse like this and picking it up while it is still alive.”

“If I just left this mouse out in the barn, would those things go ahead and hatch?” Bill asked.

“I think the flies didn’t read the book very well,” I said. “If a parasite that kills the host, generally it kills itself. There are so many larvae in this mouse; he has just been consumed. In a few days, these larvae will be dead.”

“Do you want me to dispose of this guy?” Bill asked.

“No, my garbage can is as good as your manure pile,” I said. “I can get rid of the mouse. And there are a couple of gals here who need to see him. So they can know what people are talking about next time we get a call.”

“How many times to see something like this?” Bill asked.

“Bill, I have never seen one of these larvae on a mouse before,” I said. “I see two or three cats every year with one of these. It is a big circus to pull the larva out, especially if we have a curious client who wants to watch.”

“Okay, you can throw the towel away also,” Bill said. “Billie as was definite that she didn’t want me to bring that back to the house.”

“That’s good. I will just put the whole thing into the trash can,” I said.

“Do I owe you anything?” Bill asked.

“No, I will get out of you on my next call,” I said.

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