Over the weekend we got some good news from our west coast friends Staci and Jeff Sirois and Keena. They both took Keena in and got her Therapy Dog Certification and their Therapy Dog Handler certifications!
For those who may be new, Keena developed Pyometra this last winter. I asked Staci if she could write up what happened and post a 'report' to the group so that others would know what happened. She did a great job, but I didn't. I never cross posted it here on the blog. So here it is. Staci posted it February 25. I'm a little tardy but this is what happens to a mastiff with pyometra.
Once upon a time, there was a wonderfully sweet mastiff puppy named
Keena. She flew to Seattle to live with her new family, including a
slightly neurotic "dog-mom" who thought she might want to get into
dog showing (Hey, it sounded like fun!). After numerous obedience,
conformation, and even therapy dog prep classes, things were going
well and Summer '06 was going to be Keena's year to take the
Washington dog show world by storm... Until today.
Okay, guys, just wanted to post my experience with one of the
dreaded mastiff-prevalent problems--here's the play by play, see if
you would recognize signs/symptoms, what would you have done in this
situation, and see if you would have done anything differently
(trust me, I'm already kicking myself).
Tuesday evening: Keena is a little lethargic, doesn't finish
dinner. Not unusual for her, she's a picky eater and frequently
leaves a little left over for breakfast. First warning light goes
off in my head, I determine to start watching her closely.
Wednesday: Still a little lethargic, but active when I get home
from class, seems happy, eats a few bites of breakfast, but not
much. Still not unusual for her, she has frequenly stopped eating
for a day or two at a time, especially after we let her outside to
play hard and then keep her inside for a few days--she turns into
Miss Depressed Puppy (there's been too much snow/ice this week to
let her outside much). Eats maybe a quarter of her dinner, drinks
some water, flops on her bed and snores the night away.
Thursday: Won't touch breakfast, didn't go downstairs with Jeff
when he got up in the morning--he feeds her in the morning, so she
normally tears down the stairs when he goes down. She just stayed
curled on her bed, watching me get ready in the morning. Followed
me downstairs when I went, acted happy, but still not eating. Red
flags are now waving in my head, but I worked as a vet tech for
three years, so I feel comfortable monitoring her at home, waiting
for more definitive symptoms to appear. Checked her temp, normal at
101.5. Heart rate and respirations normal, urine and bowel
movements normal, no pain on abdominal palpation, no discharge from
the vulva. Checked range of motion of all joints, no pain
response. Checked teeth (very good reason for not eating if her
teeth hurt), teeth and gums fine. She ate a little dinner when it
was mixed with treats.
Friday: Ate no breakfast, even with treats. Vital signs all
normal, still no pain on palpation anywhere. Urine normal, bowel
movements slowing down (she hadn't been eating that much!), but
still normal. No vomiting, no diarrhea, no temp, no real basis for
a diagnosis. Still lethargic, but moderate activity when I took her
outside for a brief walk. I determine to bring her in to my vet
(previous employer) Monday morning (he doesn't work weekends).
Saturday:
6am: Keena doesn't want to get out of bed. Rechecked all vitals,
everything still normal. Started to worry, decided that Monday
wouldn't cut it. Called vet's cell phone and begged (benefits of
working there three years). Meet vet at clinic at 8am.
8am: Physical exam yielded very slight abdominal discomfort, but
not anything near enough for a diagnosis. Decided to shoot x-rays.
Attemping to hold a mastiff on her back for a ventral-dorsal shot is
an exercise in futility. Decided 20 minutes later to shoot dorsal-
ventral instead. Still difficult for two people to hold squirming
mastiff, mastiff falls off of table, owner's heart briefly stops as
images of broken legs and ribs float through her head. Keena is
fine, or as fine as she was before hitting the floor. Repeat
attempt at x-ray, this one is successful. X-ray indicates possible
pyometra, not conclusive, we drag out the ultrasound machine.
Ultrasound conclusively shows two horns of uterus filled with
fluid. Vet recommends emergency spay.
9am: Called in vet tech friend (who still works there) to help with
surgery. Vet and I try to get an IV catheter into Keena, but she is
too dehydrated--difficult to find vein, once catheter is in and
flushed, we hook up IV fluids and watch as the leg swells around the
blown catheter. Attempt #2 on other leg, repeat of attempt 1.
Attempt #3 on original leg, different vein. Finally successful, we
start her on maintenance fluids and premedicate her with atropine,
morphine, and cephazolin. Other tech and I set up surgery suite
while medication kicks in. The three of us induce anesthesia on
Keena using Propofol, a high quality anesthetic recommended for high-
risk dogs. Normal amount doesn't work on Keena. Vet goes to get
3rd bottle (Keena took 2) and finds out that there are no more
(clinic manager responsible for ordering supplies is on vacation
this week, tried to order enough of everything to last two weeks,
but obviously came up a little short). Vet is pissed and asks for a
half'n'half of ketamine and diazapam (valium) to complete the
induction (I've never seen a dog induced with Propofol AND ket/val,
I was worried for possible interactions, but it worked out fine).
Keena FINALLY goes down and vet intubates her and hooks her up to
iso gas anesthesia. Tech and I hook up all monitors for vital
signs, up fluid level to surgery rate, and shave and prep Keena for
surgery. When finished, all three of us carry the very limp Keena
into the surgery suite and re-hook up the anesthesia gas and the
monitoring equipment.
10am: Surgery begins. I monitor/record all vital signs, my friend
the other tech scrubs in and hands equipment to the vet as needed.
After the incision into the abdominal cavity is made, the uterus
makes a bid for freedom. (HOW did this dog show so little pain
response?!?) Picture a FOUR FOOT long tube about 4 to 5 INCHES in
diameter, anchored in the middle so that it forms a "Y". "Gross"
doesn't even begin to cover it, the entire thing looks like a water
balloon wrapped in string (blood vessels) that is about to burst.
Expressions of amazement and/or disgust fill the room as the vet
informs me that my dog is lucky to be alive. It was probably
anywhere from minutes to hours from rupturing and probably killing
her. The vet ties off the horns and base of the uterus in
preparation for cutting it out. As the first incision is made into
the uterus, the "balloon" ruptures. We had a tub prepared for this,
but apparently the fluid was under more pressure than anticipated.
There was pus on the table, the floor, the walls, and all three of
us. When the vet finally got the uterus drained into the basin, the
total fluid volume (after losing some in the initial outburst) was
about 3 liters. 3 LITERS. Ouch. We all change gloves, resume
surgery. Abdominal cavity is flushed with 250cc of warm sterile
saline, suctioned, repeat that about 3 times. Finally, the entire
cavity is rinsed with penicillin, then the incision is closed. All
that remains of the ordeal is a neat, small incision and a little
row of stiches. We scrub the outer abdonimal area to remove any
remainig fluid and begin the process of waking Keena up. After
being on oxygen only (no anesthetic gas) for about 10 minutes, we
moved her to a recovery kennel in the ICU area and waited for her to
wake up. My friend extubated Keena when she was awake while I
shaved her to apply a fentenyl pain patch, lowered her fluid rate,
and gave her yet another whopping dose of morphine and a dose of
baytril. During surgery, she also had her second dose of cephazolin.
1pm: Surgery is over, Keena is awake but certainly not alert. She
has a level 8 pain on the animal pain evaluation scale, and doesn't
really respond to my touch or voice. We alternated watching her
while cleaning up after the surgery and my friend and my vet got
ready to leave (vet was supposed to be leaving town at 3pm).
2pm: Third dose of cephazolin, third dose of morphine, pain has
decreased to a 7. Keena is laying on a heating pad, piled with
blankets, and being babied by yours truly since I am now the only
one in the clinic. I have orders to report every 3 hours (or as
needed) to my vet on his cell phone, and I send my husband for
books, a sleeping bag, and food.
5pm: Husband gets to clinic, I check in with vet, Keena is doing
fine, she came through the (very major) surgery amazingly well.
Still at around a 7 on the pain scale, but she has had more than her
quota of morphine, so vet advises me to wait a bit before giving her
more. Temp normal, incision looks good. We have a pizza party in
the ICU.
6pm: I write up this post for the benefit of all mastiff owners who
might ever in there lives have a female that presents an
asymptomatic closed pyometra. Please, please catch it early.
Thanks for reading, and wish us lots of luck as Keena recovers from
this massive surgery this week. I've got my feet kicked up with my
laptop in my lap, nibbling on pizza, looking forward to a very
uncomfortable night sleeping on the floor, and thanking each and
every one of my lucky stars that Keena is still alive.
Keena has recovered quite well indeed! Mastiffs are amazing creatures with tremendous constitutions. Their ability to cope with pain is nearly mythical. As Staci does, watch them closely.
Staci has promised pictures soon... :)