R.I.P. Kael. Sad, sad. I cry.
The first time I have ever felt like vomitting at the vet… was definitely yesterday when I was helping Dr. Jones remove patches of fur from a rabbits back, side, stomach, and neck. It was an outside rabbit, and I didn’t really think to much about the hair being matted from what I thought was mud. But it wasn’t mud.
She started to shave off the fur. “There they are,” she said suddenly. I looked up to see about six maggots crawling from the site. She plucked them off placing them into what they call a ‘tick jar.’ It is filled with a solution that kills them. “Now,” she paused,”let’s try to get the big one without it breaking…” I had no idea what she was talking about- that was until she placed her tweazers in just the right place pulling out what looked like a butterfly cocoon (it was that large) from under the skin, which started squirming ferociously like the other maggots. The removal left a gaping hole (so large you could even see the rabbit’s muscle moving). She repeated the proccess about twelve times, and I about got sick every time she pulled another one out and placed it into the jar. When I finally had to leave the room, Dr. Jones had placed a syringe into one of the wounds and filled it with saline. The hole then erupted like an angry volcano and about fifteen maggots came squirming out- along with bodily fluids and puss…
I got my keys, and I left.
That is just a little bit disgusting.