Our six month old golden retriever got spooked during a firework show and ran off. A good Samaritan found him 3 1/2 miles from where he started, we brought him home and he just didn't seem like he could catch his breath. We took him in to PVSEC totally panicked, scared, and praying that he was going to be OK. They immediately took him into the back, and a full x-ray to see if there was any trauma. He had long contusions as the result of trauma, either from falling from a height or being hit by a car. The doctor was extremely comforting and told us the taco was going to be OK but that he needed to spend the night at the hospital on oxygen as his breathing was so belabored that to take him off of the oxygen would jeopardize his recovery.
We feel like he's in really good hands here, we've heard good things from other folks who have used this facility, and they were extremely cooperative with our vet when she called to check in on things for us. The waiting room at the emergency vet is one of the saddest places on the planet, there's nothing that pulls on my heartstrings like a distressed animal. It's nice to know that there are places to go when the ones we love are not ok.