I moved to SW Michigan 3 years ago with my 9 year old, very goofy chocolate lab, Rudy. In June of the first year, he began straining to go #2 and had stopped eating. Over the course of 3 months, we s... Read More
I moved to SW Michigan 3 years ago with my 9 year old, very goofy chocolate lab, Rudy. In June of the first year, he began straining to go #2 and had stopped eating. Over the course of 3 months, we searched for a diagnosis with Two by Two. Each visit, x-rays were ordered and anti-nausea drugs prescribed, finding nothing, but allowing Rudy to begin eating again, which would last just a few days until the drug wore off, and then the cycle would repeat. By early September, he had dropped more than 10 pounds. The vet suggested it was time to open him up, and since we couldn't keep repeating this cycle, we agreed. There, lodged in his intestine, was a plastic star, about an inch and a half across, which had perforated his intestine and had now progressed to an infection and sepsis. They stitched Rudy up and we drove two hours to MSU's vet hospital @ 90 miles an hour with an IV hanging from the hook and a big dog in twilight sleep. $7K and 7 days later, we brought the now very skinny, but alive, Rudy home. Last May, he had the opposite problem: he had diarrhea, but again had stopped eating. We took him in to 2 by 2 where they kept him overnight and the next morning said that they couldn't tell what it was, so wanted to keep him another day. This time I wasn't waiting months to find out what was wrong. I picked Rudy and his records up, (and more for your money: records include a snarky comment that I was not accepting of their non-diagnosis and I was insistent he hadn't swallowed something. Nice touch) and took him to his old vet in Chicago. 3 minutes after arriving at Animal Medical Center in Lake View, we had a diagnosis. Dr. Solomon did a rectal exam, which apparently no one thought to do at Two by Two. He had a very large rectal mass, likely malignant, that was causing the diarrhea. Yes, there was a blockage, but it wasn't a foreign object he swallowed. Given his other issues and age, we decided on a regimen of stool softeners, easily digestible food, a change in pain killers that was easier on his stomach and lots of love until it was his time. But we were swearing off Two by Two, no matter how convenient it was.In mid November, it was time. I had found an local vet who would come to the house for euthanasia, but it would be days before they could come and I didn't want him to suffer that long. I called Two by Two to see if they knew of another vet that did house calls and in my weakness, accepted their offer to come to the house after hours the next night. What could go wrong, since no diagnosis is needed? When she arrived, I didn't notice that she didn't calm him first with a intramuscular injection to make him sleepy. I don't think I understood that her effort to find a vein was not to make him sleepy, but to put him permanently to sleep. I have done this with a 20 year old cat and a 12 year old Golden. Both were peaceful processes which started with an injection to make the pet comfortable and time to get ready for each step for the humans. Not this time. A dog that never snapped at anyone in his life yelped and snapped at her; I pleaded for her to stop or switch legs as she kept trying to hit a vein; Instead she asked me to hold his head to keep him from snapping at her. In the chaos, she tried it above an injury in his leg, was successful; then without waiting she pressed the plunger. For 2 weeks, the memories of Rudy's last 5 minutes added to my loss; I laid awake thinking of how traumatized he looked while she was trying to find a vein and wishing I had thought to stop her in the moment and make her anesthetize him. I felt like I had let my sweet, goofy Rudy down by handing him over to them again.I've waited 3 months to write this, thinking the passage of time would help soften my reaction to the whole saga, but it hasn't. Did his experience over the last 3 years with them shorten his life? No. It could have, had I not had the means to take him to MSU. Did it affect the quality of his life? You betcha. If you love your pet, avoid this place. Read Less