Day 31st of 2015.
It was the last day of the month and more than that, it was the last day of the year. I went out the afternoon to visit my father who stayed back in town, for his prayers. Did I come home at 3? I don’t remember.
I have two pet dogs as of now and every time, I come home, I look at my pet dogs first and then, I enter my home. They welcome me most of the times standing near the gate.
By the time, I hit the front tire of my scooter to the gate, sending them the signal; they hear the engine sound and will be eagerly waiting to see me, sometimes protruding their tiny head in those squares in the gate and waving their tails like the wipers of the windshield. It's lovely to watch them wag their tails. Nowadays I check if they swing it synchronously.
The mere absence of their welcome near the gate gives me a mini-stroke every time. I assumed that they would be playing in the backyard and I went straight ahead to find them. And I did the same today since both of them were absent near the gate.
My mother came out of the house and I asked her where these guys were. And she told me what had happened.
I saw it myself. My Brune was walking towards me with a great struggle. His penis was out from the sheath and stayed out and it didn't go in. I was wondering if it's PARAPHIMOSIS because it's my first time, I saw that in a dog. Puppy to be precise. So, I got in and laid in bed, started googling the symptoms and for the PICTURES TO COMPARE THEM.
I found an appropriate picture that would show us all how it looked exactly like. click here to view the picture. I warn you it's not for the light hearted one.(I don't own the copyright of this image and I used it for demonstration purposes. the link will be removed if requested by owner)
I asked my mother repeatedly to check if the veterinary doctor was present in the apartment nearby. He doesn’t treat any animals here since a grieving owner had spread a rumor that his treatment made his dog’s condition worse. The doctor is not scared, but he wants to let others know that he isn’t interested in treating anyone who doesn’t trust him.
Still lying in bed, I was reading pages about what it could possibly be. Ten silent minutes passed by.
I heard my mother opening the gate and she called me, asked me to come out, shouting out loud, telling me that the doctor came along. I could sense in her words, that she was trying to comfort me as much she could, she wanted to do her best. And she did what she could do. I came out and I greeted the vet doctor.
“Doctor, Please See My Puppy !”
“Show Me What It Is .”
“Please Take A Look At This.”
I Lifted My Brune Up And Tried Keeping Him On My Thighs. But He Squealed Like A Pig And Ran Away.But The Doctor Has looked At It By That Time.
“It Will Get Better Sometimes. The Penis May Fall Down. It May Get Necrotic “
“How Can You Treat This, Sir ?”
“We Do Surgery. A Slit In The Dorsal Part Opens It Up And Relieves The Congestion Usually”
“And Where Do They Operate For This ?“
“You Must Go To Mettupalayam Veterinary Hospital Or To Coimbatore”
“Ooooh !”
“Can You Do Something, Doctor?”
“No, I Can't !”
“Does The Sugar Water Work ?”
“Oh, Yes, It Isn’t The Sugar Water! The Salt Water Takes The Water From The Penis And Reduces The Edema.”
“Thank You”
“Don’t Forget To Use The Gloves If You Are Going To Drip Salt Water .”
“I Will”
As soon as the doctor left, I called my father and asked him if he could check the availability of the doctors in the Mettupalayam hospital.
He replied me with a yes and I went in and took a box full of salt and a bowl full of water and few plastic cups to prepare the mixture.
I called my Brune, but he didn't appear. I found him and took him carefully and let him be my side. But he ran away like a wisp of smoke.
I brought him back and tied his legs and knotted his mouth loose because of that tender loving care.
He kicked me all possible way and rose like a phoenix from the bundle of knots and ropes.
Now, this time, I tied him properly and I started dripping the salt water in his penis. He felt very uncomfortable. He tried to shake it off.
I gave him some time. But he didn't enjoy it apparently. But there can be nothing done at this moment and it has to be done regardless his wish.
I continued this for half an hour and in the end, Brune’s mouth was full of froth because of his struggle for breath and gasping.
The edema has reduced and almost of the penis has got in the sheath. But still, he was feeling pain and he was crying. I saw him in his eyes what he is feeling. I saw him suffering and I felt the same in me.
I want to give the best I can do and so I did this.
At this point of time., I want to tell you that I have a bachelor’s degree in medicine and surgery and I can treat a few conditions. I can treat humans. But I can recognize symptoms in animals with the knowledge I gained from my study and it helped me diagnose the condition earlier. In no particular way, I encourage the readers of this essay to treat their pets on their own. I advise them to recognize the alarming symptoms, red flag signs, and emergencies and take them to the nearest available veterinary doctor. I strongly recommend this and nothing else.
After the episode was over, my mother came to us with a glass full of milk. Brune drank the glass full and I made him rest for some time.
All the time, Aanju was sleeping. He wasn’t bothered to hear Brune crying and was peacefully sleeping near to us.
Few important things I want to mention here(Disclaimer):
1.I don’t advise readers to use google to check symptoms.
2.I don’t advise readers to treat their pets at home.
3.I don’t advise the readers to waste their time doing the above-mentioned things and end up in frustration because your pet may be having a medical or surgical emergency and immediate care.
4.If my article have misled the readers and if it has made them misinterpret like mentioned above, I don’t take any responsibility for the same.
