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It has not been a very good past 24 hours.
In fact. The past 24 hours have been not only stressful, but sad 
and depressing.
We rushed our beloved Littleblue up to the same animal hospital where she was scheduled for surgery to possibly remove her cancerous mammary tumor early next week. We only did as anyone would in an emergency setting when clearly time is not on your side. For confidential reasons, we only trust a few surgeons at this particular animal hospital. One of the best surgeons that works there just happens to be the same surgeon who was scheduled to do Littleblue's surgery early next week. Unfortunately, he was not scheduled to work during our emergency visit. Instead... The one whom we have the least trust or faith in when it comes to any type of veterinarian care, was scheduled to work. The same veterinarian who trumped the emergency room veterinarian who was assigned to Littleblue during our visit.
Not good.
I don't care who you are, but when it comes to emergency care and a possible life saving surgery. We all want the best. We want the most skilled surgeon, not the most well-known surgeon. These are the times when the upmost surgical experience overrides the highest notoriety. Not just with pets, but even with our own medical care. I have seen both sides of the surgical card being played by both hands. I have met those who decided upon a career in the medical field, solely due to following in their parents or another family members footsteps. Then I have met those who actually followed the next generation and achieved great honors in the medical field. Not in the same exact medical field, but instead did so with passion. A medical avenue that might had been a bit different, but were extremely passionate with their chosen medical career.
During the past 24 hours. I have seen both sides of the surgical card. Played very differently by three different veterinarian surgeons. Littleblue's tumor that was in the process of a fatal rupture needed urgent, emergency attention. Surgical attention. Unfortunately, our scheduled surgeon whom we would trust even performing surgery on us, was not scheduled to work. Instead, we received lack of care and urgent attention for our beloved Littleblue by a veterinarian who doesn't share the same passion about his job as his father did many decades ago. It wasn't a minor mistake. It was a critically poor choice in not performing surgery due to their opinion of it not being an emergency. You see... Sometimes in these situations, one has to look outside of the situation. This isn't about Littleblue or a really bad decision to not operate and instead, send us home for her to only get worse. It's about making a life choice in a career, in which, some only do so to follow in another family members footsteps for notoriety. Some are only motivated solely for money, not for the love or passion of the career.
Notoriety doesn't equal experience by any means.
After a shocking decision was placed upon us and the emergency veterinarian refused to perform any type of emergency surgery. We were forced to go back home with a very sick fur child and a tumor ready to rupture at any moment. I even left a message for the surgeon who worked at that particular animal hospital to let them know what was going on since Littleblue was only getting worse. It wasn't their fault, for their superior's decision. You can't blame others for others lack of passion or choice in career. So... Instead I made one phone call and left one detailed text message to the one person that I know could guide us in the right direction. The right direction for our beloved Littleblue.
Then... There was Dr. T.
In one single reply text message. We were told to come up right away! This was at 8:15pm. In less than 40 minutes and a drive back across the Ohio state line. Littleblue received the upmost best, professional, compassionate, kind and experienced care that a beloved fur child could ever possibly receive. In such an urgent necessity to get Littleblue quickly into surgery. Dr. T, once again, came through for us. For our little family. There are not enough words to describe his kindred soul. Dr. T has not only been here for me, helping to direct me during my own medical journey, but he as well has been there for our beloved fur children. I have always believed that the good Lord brings good souls to us. Those who have our best interest, even our fur children's best interest to heart. A 45 year, highly skilled, with the upmost talent, professionalism and passion for all animals, career. God's creatures both big and small. Dr. T's children have followed in his footsteps. Not for the title nor the money, but for a medical career chosen by where their hearts had led them. A well-known Pediatric Cancer Professor and Surgeon.
If you are reading this tonight. Thank you Dr. T for answering our call. Answering another prayer. I have not enough to repay you for such kindness. Myself and Eric thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
This evening... Littleblue is at home. A life regardless of human or animal. 
SAVED.
