Our Own Emergency Vet Horror: Jasmine’s Brush with Death—Veterinary Mistakes, Misdiagnoses, and Miscommunication

Stories of veterinary ER horrors are close to home—we had our own emergency vet horror. In fact, if we went with their conclusions, Jasmine’s life was nearly cut short.

If we took the ER vet’s word for it, we would have put Jasmine down because that was their recommendation. But that was only a small part of the whole ordeal.

Our Own Emergency Vet Horror: Jasmine's Brush with Death—Veterinary Mistakes, Misdiagnoses, and Miscommunication

Story background

For a long time, Jasmine was suffering from episodes of pacing and panting nobody could explain. There were many theories but none of the various treatments made any difference.

There were underlying issues which were suspect, such as inflammatory bowel disease and allergies. However, the connection was weak and her episodes didn’t resolve as these problems were addressed and improved. No matter how well everything seemed, the episodes persisted.

At the same time, Jasmine tore both her cruciate ligaments; one as soon as the first knee healed enough to withstand the load. She had surgery and regenerative cell therapy for both knees and her recovery was going well. Her legs were doing well, she had the bounce back in her step, she could run and jump and was enjoying her time outside.

The overture

While all that was going great, Jasmine’s episodes kept getting worse. They became more frequent, lasted longer and the level of her distress was higher. The episodes could last for up to two days straight. With everything else sorted out, it was time to get to the bottom of the episodes.

The latest hypothesis of choice then was her heart or her lungs. Together with Jasmine’s veterinarian, we decided to do more x-rays to confirm or exclude that idea.

We booked an appointment for early morning Friday. Hubby had a day off and the plan was to swing by the vets, get the x-rays done, and continue to the horse farm for the rest of the day. Nobody expected what followed.

Disastrous hyperthermia

Our perfect plan couldn’t have been further from how things actually played out.

When Jasmine was waking up from anesthesia, she seemed uncomfortable. Could it have been a prelude of things to come? Of course, nobody could have predicted that.

The veterinarian assumed that Jasmine was in pain from having her neck manipulated to get the images. To relieve her pain, Jasmine received a shot of Buprenorphine.

And then the whole hell broke loose.

Without warning, Jasmine spiked a fever of 42.5ºC (108.5 ºF)! The only potential explanation was an adverse reaction to the buprenorphine. In spite of an injection of naloxone to counter the drug, and alcohol rubdowns. It took hours to get her temperature back down.

It was the day we almost killed our dog

All we were trying to do was to diagnose her episodes. Who would expect that routine x-rays would lead up to such a disaster?

Buprenorphine is known to rarely cause hyperthermia in cats. No such case has been reported in a dog.

By the end of the day, Jasmine seemed exhausted but stable. With the best of intentions, the veterinarian sent her home. Was that a mistake? In retrospective, clearly so. But the idea was that she may recover better in her own environment.

When Jasmine came back home, she looked like a train wreck but seemed comfortable enough.

She went to have a drink once, walking like a drunken sailor. Very unstable, having a hard time with it, but with her usual determination. I was trying to provide some support with a towel but hubby felt that I should let her have some dignity and let her do it on her own. Well, she fell. With dignity.

After that, she tried to get up a couple of times but thought better of it. That night we all slept with her on the kitchen floor. Well, I didn’t sleep …

We were told that Jasmine should be better by morning

The morning after

The morning came but she was not better. She really struggled to get up and needed help. With extreme difficulty, but nonetheless, she made her way into the yard to go potty. As if all that wasn’t bad enough, her pee was brown!

Her body was still in a bad place. Time was wasting. As it often happens, it was the weekend and Jasmine’s clinic was closed.

We helped Jasmine back inside and on her bed. I got on the phone with an emergency vet while printing out Jasmine’s medical records.

We called the emergency vet ahead of time, while I was printing out Jasmine’s records. They wanted a urine sample but she didn’t want to go pee again and we didn’t want to torture her—standing was very exhausting for her. If they wanted to see her pee, they’d have to grab some directly from the bladder.

The emergency vet

With Jasmine unable to get up on her own, barely making it out to potty, peeing brown, there we were, on our way to the emergency.

How could this be happening? Could whatever was causing her episodes also be behind this? That was the emergency vet’s question also—why was Jasmine in for the x-rays in the first place.

They were expecting us and when we arrived they came out with a cart to load Jasmine on.

After a physical examination, the veterinarian asked about what preceded the situation. Jasmine’s temperature at this time was actually below normal, so was her heart rate. There was bruising on her tongue, which we did notice, and more bruising on her abdomen, which we were unaware of.

They took Jasmine in the back for testing. Jasmine received IV fluids. The veterinary staff tested her blood, took some x-rays, and whatever else they did back there.

The emergency vet verdict

When they returned, they presented us with x-rays and horrible news. They told us that either her liver or kidneys were failing, and her platelets were tanked (thus all the bruising everywhere).

The biggest bomb was when they showed us on the x-rays what they believed was an intestinal perforation.

Basically, they told us that Jasmine was finished.

There we were, shaking in shock. This cannot be! They asked us whether we wanted to put Jasmine down now or get a second opinion at the teaching hospital first.

The last thing we wanted was to prolong Jasmine’s suffering.

If she was finished anyway, wouldn’t euthanasia be the humane thing to do? But where the heck would the intestinal perforation come from? None of what was happening made any sense.

Getting a second opinion

We decided, that before ending Jasmine’s life, we wanted a second opinion. Got the referral papers, and left for the teaching hospital. We knew that Jasmine was in bad shape but the diagnosis didn’t make sense.

Getting a second opinion saved Jasmine’s life!

As we arrived at the teaching hospital, they too took her in the back for their own testing (And yes, we got to pay for everything twice). After what seemed like an eternity, they came out with their verdict.

Jasmine’s kidneys were fine, her liver shot but not beyond repair. There was no intestinal perforation!

Instead, they found a large abscess in Jasmine’s abdomen. Jasmine needed surgery as soon as possible but would have to wait for the platelets to get up to safe levels. They explained all that would need to be done to treat Jasmine and gave a cost estimate.

All we wanted to know if we did all that, was she going to be ok.

The veterinarian told us that if everything went right, Jasmine should fully recover. And even though it was a very rough journey for her, she did!

Conclusion

Jasmine was five and a half years at that time. She had almost five more years she wouldn’t have if we followed the ER veterinarian ‘ s recommendation.

I don’t know what the emergency vet was seeing, but they were seeing wrong. And it almost cost Jasmine her life.

PS: Another thing I had a hard time getting over was a note on the emergency vet’s file which I got to see after Jasmine’s vet uploaded it to her online medical records: “Owner insists that if you get Jasmine in standing position she will be able to hold herself up.”

I get it that one cannot trust everything the owners say, but to assume we’re so dimwitted that we couldn’t tell the difference between a walking (even though with extreme difficulties) and a non-walking dog? Truly?
We had the same difficulties trying to be heard at the teaching hospital that prior to the incident Jasmine was walking perfectly fine. Once they saw bi-lateral cruciate surgery, they were convinced that was why Jasmine wasn’t walking the entire week she was hospitalized, even when we had Jasmine’s main vet telling them otherwise. We were very concerned that her mobility was not improving but they wouldn’t pay attention to it because they had made up their minds about the cause.

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Jana Rade

I am a graphic designer, dog health advocate, writer, and author. Jasmine, the Rottweiler of my life, was the largest female from her litter. We thought we were getting a healthy dog. Getting a puppy from a backyard breeder was our first mistake. Countless veterinary visits without a diagnosis or useful treatment later, I realized that I had to take Jasmine's health care in my own hands. I learned the hard way that merely seeing a vet is not always enough. There is more to finding a good vet than finding the closest clinic down the street. And, sadly, there is more to advocating for your dog's health than visiting a veterinarian. It should be enough, but it often is not. With Jasmine, it took five years to get a diagnosis. Unfortunately, other problems had snowballed for that in the meantime. Jasmine's health challenges became a crash course in understanding dog health issues and how to go about getting a proper diagnosis and treatment. I had to learn, and I had to learn fast. Helping others through my challenges and experience has become my mission and Jasmine's legacy. I now try to help people how to recognize and understand signs of illness in their dogs, how to work with their veterinarian, and when to seek a second opinion. My goal is to save others the steep curve of having to learn things the hard way as I did. That is the mission behind my blog and behind my writing. That is why I wrote Symptoms to Watch for in Your Dog, which has turned out being an award-winning guide to dog owners. What I'm trying to share encompasses 20 years of experience.

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