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I\’ve seen a few of my older, more rickety patients this last week or two. Grey faces, stiff in the joints, but waggy old tails and happy to see me. Two of the three had cartrophen injections to help with arthritis pain. It\’s often necessary with our older pets to have them on an ongoing treatment […]

Before I get to today\’s story – the post I shared from another holistic vet about a dog who died from being given nexgard stirred up a lot of comments, and some confusion about how to prevent ticks etc. It\’s an impossible situation! With any of these long-lasting tick/flea prevention products, a very small percentage of

I pulled up beside the house, and hopped out to be greeted by a chorus of barking – a big deep woof from the rangy blue cattle dog, ad a more high pitched, frantically excited spatter from the little miniature foxie. Their mum gave me a cheery wave from the door, and invited me inside.

I went downstairs after I heard the car pull in – my dogs were whimpering with excitement above on the deck. I\’d seen this little fellow a week before, in severe pain with a hurt back. He\’d had a stretch while out walking, and obviously something went clunk somewhere in there in a bad way,

  What do your pets mean to you?   I often think about this – I see so many pets (and their people). I can see and feel how their furry friends fill up their lives with love and companionship. Indeed, their pets are more than friends, they are members of the family.   This

There\’s something special about truly old dogs – they may be rickety in the legs, and as grey as grey can be, the milky tide of age spreading all over their bodies – but they hold a deep wisdom that shines out of their eyes. I really enjoy tending to the old ones, the dog

I rolled into the park – a place I see some clients who live a little too far away from me for a home visit. The river rests, wide and shining, people walking past in the bright, clear sun, boats being launched and landed at the boat ramp, Big trees shading us all. Before too

I pulled off the main road, and onto a narrow band of bitumen that went up and up along a spur. The bitumen vanished, and I was racketing and rattling along a corrugated gravel road, swaying left and right to gently miss potholes. I cracked the windows down, and a fresh smell of forest filled

A little before I went away, I was called out to see an old dog. He was a big fellow, a husky type, just clipped for summer (they always look a bit funny after that!). His mum was worried about him… He had been licking one spot on front of his left foot for 2