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  • Fiona (August 2013)


    ...by Kristy D.

    Fiona

    Meet Fiona. She is a six year old albino ferret and our little darling! Fiona joined our family about five years ago via the Spokane Ferret Rescue. She and her cage mate had been surrendered by their owner because he was attending college and couldn't keep them in the dorm room. We found their story on Craig's List and applied for adoption.

    Fiona is a healthy, happy ferret who spends most of her days and nights sleeping in the "condo," a double decker Ferret Nation cage she shares with her six year old ferret sister. She looks forward to spending her play time outside the cage wrestling with Willamina, her sister, and exploring every nook and cranny she can squeeze into.

    About three months ago, we noticed that she was developing a bald spot on the top of her head. She had "molted" before but always grew her hair back, so we were waiting and expecting this to happen again. It did not. In fact the spot grew to cover the size of the entire top of her head. She started losing hair on the top of her feet, her vulva enlarged, and finally began developing a bald spot on her abdomen. All of these indicated that she had adrenal gland disease which is deadly in ferrets.

    Because we live in a small isolated area, we didn't have access to a exotic animals veterinarian and ours recommended that we take her to the North Idaho Animal Hospital in SandPoint, ID about 80 miles away, which we did. Even having all the classic signs of adrenal gland disease it was necessary to do complete blood workups to rule out other possibilities.

    The tests confirmed our fears which left us with three choices. The first was to do nothing and plan to euthanize her when she got too sick to function. The second was to medicate her for the rest of her life knowing that the medication was not a cure, and the last was to remove her adrenal glands which would require ex-rays to determine which side the tumor was on followed by surgery. I was told that if it was on the right side the procedure was extremely risky and there would be a strong possibility that she would not survive.

    All of these solutions were beyond the comfort levels of the veterinarians at the North Idaho Animal Hospital, and they referred me to Dr. Finch, the exotic animal specialist at WSU Veterinary Teaching Hospital in Pullman, WA which is about 200 miles away. I contacted the hospital and was lucky enough to get Fiona an appointment that Thursday. Email communication with Dr. Finch made our decision simple. She would receive a Suprelorin F implant. A fairly new drug which lasts anywhere from one year to a year and a half before having to be re-implanted and effectively reduces the symptoms of adrenal gland disease in ferrets.

    After giving her a physical exam, Dr. Finch explained the procedure, administered a sedative, and injected the implant between Fiona's shoulder blades. Once she was awake, Dr. Finch brought her to the waiting room, showed me the incision, and explained what to expect in the coming weeks. Now, we simply wait and watch for her symptoms to disappear. We know that this will not cure the adrenal gland disease, but it does slow the progression down and make it possible for Fiona to live out her full life comfortably. The biggest upside to this is the fact that she didn't have to go through any dangerous, expensive, invasive surgery. YAH! She doesn't even seem to know she has the implant.

    I am so impressed with the staff, the facilities, and Dr. Finch! Thank you for everything you do for our little ones!




  • Elliza Belle (August 2013)


    ...by Mary Jane B.

    Elliza Belle

    I’ve owned Jersey milk cows on and off ever since 1979. When a publisher contacted me last year with the proposition that I write a book about any topic I desired, I didn’t hesitate. “Backyard cows,” I said. With possible titles like, You Bought What?! or You Had Me at Moo, my publisher was on board with the idea that I think there are plenty of women out there who have cowmom tendencies.

    Having been in the forefront of the backyard chicken movement and the glamping (glamour camping) trend, I’m hoping my next (and fifth) book will start a new trend—the resurgence of backyard milk cows. But a modern, full-size milk cow is way too much cow. And milk. And manure. So I started sizing down my herd—not in numbers, lord knows, but in actual cow size. When momma Etta Jane was born more than a year ago weighing only 43 pounds—the result of a union between my full-size Jersey, Maizy, and my miniature Jersey bull, Milky Way—I knew I was headed in the right direction. (Who knew, right? Their size difference is significant.)

    I can’t say for sure why I was so nervous when Etta Jane was ready to deliver her own calf. So I ended up asking the nearby Washington State University Veterinary Teaching Hospital if they could attend to her delivery. Newborn calves are a common occurrence at my farm, but I knew that if she was carrying a girl, she’d be the first generation of the perfect-size cow for a suburban backyard milk cow. I didn’t want anything to go wrong, so I checked her into what we call the “wahoo cow spa,” also known as the WSU Vet Hospital, also known as a total class act! As it turns out, her delivery was normal, but it was an absolute pleasure for me to have the WSU vet crew and students share in my excitement over her birth. On July 30, Eliza Belle was born, weighing just 30 pounds. Momma Etta Jane has been kind enough ever since to share her milk with both me and Eliza, who nurses whenever she wants. I milk Etta Jane once a day, every morning, and get three quarts to a gallon of milk each time—perfect for a backyard cow.

    What’s next? More adorable, pint-size Jersey cow babies … oh, and a book! I’m having so much fun with my cows, it’s hard to trade them in for the companionship of a computer. Although taking photos of my girls and guys never gets old. Cow breath, anyone? It smells like a mix of molasses and new-mown hay. It’s divine. It’s therapy. Think pet-with-purpose (cows are always willing to help out in the kitchen).




 

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