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| - One dark and gloomy evening, I peeked into the cage where my lady rats live and I found our fat little fluff ball of a rat sprawled in an unusual and uncomfortable position, like an old lady who'd fallen and can't get up. Concerned, I lifted her and she was completely limp in my hands. Upon further inspection she seemed to have lost her balance and motor skills, causing me to fear that she had been victim to a stroke or some other hard to rebound from problem. Fearing for the worst, my boyfriend and I stayed up until 3am cuddling and coaxing her to nibble some food or have a little water. We kept a close eye on her throughout the next day, and there were a lot of tears because we legitimately feared she was on death's door. It wasn't easy for us to find a veterinarian who would take in rodents, as their small size makes them harder to diagnose. Everything from drawing blood to surgery is exponentially complicated by the fact your patient is less than a pound (though Newt, bless her heart, comes pretty damn close)... When he found these guys, my boyfriend rushed Newt over as soon as he got off the phone. Upon check in, his stress levels were diminished by how NICE everyone was, and how genuinely they seemed to care about our little girl. A lot of people are dimissive of rats, if not outright hating them, but she was given thorough care and given lots of love in the two days she stayed in their care. When the vet who took on the case wasn't scheduled at the location the next day, she STILL made a trip over just to check in on Newt and left a voicemail letting us know how she was doing. We appreciate that a lot. When we checked in later that day, we were told that Newt had garnered a lot of attention as everyone wanted to see the sweet little squishball. Again, this made us feel very relieved and comfortable leaving her in their care. When we picked up our lady today, she was doing SO much better, back to her old self!! We were given a diagnosis, meds to give her, and many compliments on what a lovely little being we had on our hands. The staff didn't seem annoyed or bothered by our calls to check in on her, and they were very upfront with us about our options and the costs associated with them.
So, while I generally don't like going to the vet (means a sick pet, lots of worry, expenses, etc.) I'm SO happy to know that if ever one of our bubs falls ill again there's a wonderful staff here to take care of them in their time of need. Half the battle was just finding someone who would care for rats, so knowing we can come to Lone Mountain Animal Hospital provides great peace of mind.
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