The Rhino with Glue-On Shoes (24 page)

“I don't know. We're sort of in uncharted territory,” I said.

“Maybe we should just let it run its course,” she said. “She looks a lot better than she did, right?”

“Right,” I said, perking up a bit. “She certainly looks better. And she's still eating well and laying eggs.”

“Well, maybe it's time to send her home. Can you do that?”

“Yes, of course. We'll pack her up and send her home this week.”

I don't think I ever had a more nervous night. Visions of Tulip's box falling off a truck or being misplaced in some dark warehouse cluttered my mind from the time I closed the lid to the time I got the phone call the next afternoon. Tulip had made it home safely! Once again, she caught the attention of the UPS man—the one in Iowa. Tulip's owner sent me a photo of the deliveryman holding the box with the fish, flowers, balloons, and a “Welcome Home, Tulip!” sign.

Maybe we could have tried something more or something different to help this beautiful fish. Her case motivated us to find a new approach: we now use laser surgery to remove these tumors. But at the time, we felt as if we'd exhausted all possibilities. The tumor would undoubtedly shorten Tulip's life, but the fish would be back with her loving owner. I imagined the goldfish relaxed and happy, swimming again in her roomy tank and eating bits of fresh peas.

Empathy

by Roberto Aguilar, DVM

W
hen we first examined Sally the kangaroo, she lay in shock on the ground. Her pupils were dilated and she showed no response to people approaching or touching her. She seemed unable to use her rear legs and lacked muscle tone around her cloaca (the combined rectal-and-bladder opening found in all marsupials). She could move her front legs in what appeared to be a coordinated manner, however.

The two rambunctious emus that had chased the mob of kangaroos, sending Sally crashing into the fence, stood quietly at the far end of the exhibit. These birds often chased the kangaroos—and each other. During particularly active chases, the kangaroos could really get going. This wasn't the first time the emus had done damage.

In their native Australia, red kangaroos live in wide open grasslands where their strong, heavy lower bodies are an advantage. Deerlike eyes and ears give this odd and interesting species a delicate look. In fact, they are very hardy in most circumstances. Their powerful rear legs and tails give them the option of fight or flight. They can stand up to box, kick out at predators, or hop at breakneck speed. If excited, they will explode into action.

In the wild, however, they don't often encounter the tough and impenetrable obstacle of a chain-link fence. Excited zoo kangaroos may simply circle in their pen, or they may make a break for it through the fence. It's an unfortunate but common choice, given that the animal is hell-bent on fleeing. Usually the outcome is nothing worse than a very surprised and dazed kangaroo. If they hit the fence face-on, though, the impact on their upper body is huge. Sometimes they suffer severe neck injuries.

Over the years, we'd had two such cases at the Audubon Zoo in New Orleans, where I worked as staff veterinarian. We found the animals down and unable to move. Spinal injuries are not situations that can be treated easily even in domestic animals, let alone kangaroos. Our success rate so far was zero.

We moved Sally carefully to the zoo's hospital. A systematic neurological exam showed us that the injury was most likely in the spinal cord, our worst fear.

We took radiographs of her neck and chest and found that her second and third vertebrae were out of place. Because the spinal cord is not visible on a plain X-ray, we did a myelogram next. This test involves injecting a special dye into the space around the spinal cord and taking a series of radiographs so that we can see the precise site of damage. Normally the dye moves quickly down the length of the cord and fills the space evenly. In this case, the dye marking the outline of the spinal cord narrowed just at the point where the bones looked out of alignment.

In a way, this result was a good sign. The damage had occurred at a single point along the spinal cord, involving just two adjacent neck vertebrae and not the fragile first one. All marsupials have a uniquely shaped first cervical vertebra—the first bone in the neck under the skull. These bones have deep central indentations in kangaroos, making them wing-shaped and therefore somewhat unstable. At least Sally's first vertebra had not been damaged.

We knew right away whom to call: our consulting neurosurgeon, Dr. Mitchell Harris. He might be able to realign those two bones surgically and allow the pinched nerve tissue to heal. If anyone could give Sally a chance to recover, he could. I dialed him immediately.

Like most zoos, we kept a long list of specialists—a mixture of veterinarians and physicians—willing to help us out with difficult cases. The choice of whether to call a human or an animal doctor depended largely on the problem. In this case, we called a physician because of his exceptional skill. Dr. Harris was simply the best in the region at dealing with spinal injuries in any species, human or otherwise.

Luckily for us, he was in town and available. With his usual enthusiasm, he offered to help us organize what we'd need to work on the injured kangaroo. Though he directed an orthopedic trauma and spinal surgery center for humans, it didn't seem to matter that this new patient had four legs and a thick tail. Within hours, we had assembled an entire team of specialists and equipment and scheduled the surgery for the next morning, which would allow the kangaroo time to stabilize and the experts to gather.

Early the next morning, Sally's condition appeared about the same—neither worse nor better. She'd spent a quiet night in our intensive care unit in a small, warmed cage. To reduce the swelling in her spinal cord, we gave her intravenous fluids along with some steroids. Unlike a healthy kangaroo that would kick and bounce around in a confined space, she needed no sedation because she couldn't move.

Dr. Harris arrived at the clinic early. He brought with him a full set of specialized tools, a surgical nurse, and another physician to assist during surgery. We were also joined by another veterinarian, an anesthesiologist from the nearest veterinary school two hours north, Louisiana State University School of Veterinary Medicine. Together we reviewed the X-rays and myelogram. Dr. Harris decided on a surgical approach through the back of Sally's neck.

About an hour later, the kangaroo lay on her stomach under anesthesia, ready for the surgery to begin. We placed her head on a rolled towel, allowing her neck to rest in a natural position. We clipped away a large patch of fur and scrubbed the area for surgery. With a scalpel, Dr. Harris made a vertical incision in the skin, starting just above the base of the neck. Next he used scissors and forceps to bluntly dissect between the muscles, tracing the path of each one to identify its function. Using tiny clawlike clamps, he pulled the muscle fibers off to one side as he slowly worked deeper. His goal was to get down to the affected bones without damaging the muscles. This was a painstaking process, and the fact that nobody had ever done it before in a kangaroo made it slow going.

In terms of surgical anatomy, we had few bipedal mammals to use for comparison. Dr. Harris frequently asked us what was normal and what was not. He pointed to a place where one of the neck muscles split in two. Was that normal anatomy, or had it occurred when the kangaroo hit the fence? We really didn't know. No textbooks existed for the kangaroo spine.

Fortunately, many aspects of anatomy and surgery are universal among mammals. For example, both kangaroos and humans have cartilage lining the articular surfaces (facets) between the vertebral wings and cartilaginous discs between the vertebral bodies. Both have ligaments holding the vertebrae in alignment, tendons that attach bone to muscle, and muscles crossing the surfaces of multiple vertebrae to give the spinal column strength. And in any species, the rate of post-operative healing depends on the degree of tissue damage and the quality of the blood supply to the affected area.

With these principles in mind, Dr. Harris was diligent, careful, and delicate, extrapolating from his experience in humans to preserve the normal anatomy and blood supply while making his way down to the misaligned bones. After half an hour, the affected vertebrae had been exposed with minimal bleeding. That in itself was an amazing feat.

Then came the most difficult, risky part of the procedure: realigning the spinal canal. In pushing the vertebrae back into their original positions, we faced one of two outcomes. We could successfully align the spinal canal and remove the pressure on the cord, allowing the damaged nerves a chance to heal. Or we could align the bones but in the process damage the cord further by increasing the trauma and bleeding in the area.

Carefully, and still ever so slowly, Dr. Harris pushed the vertebrae back into their original positions with his skillful hands. We heard a slight pop. Everyone held his or her breath except for the anesthetized Sally, who continued to breathe normally. A good sign, given that any manipulation of the spinal cord can disrupt descending signals from the brain. Nothing seemed to have worsened, so we continued the procedure.

After placing the spinal canal in what we hoped would be its normal position, Dr. Harris drilled small steel pins through the spinal processes of the second and third vertebrae. He wired the pins to each other and across the top, forming an H-shaped pattern. “It's known as a modified Dewar's technique,” he explained. The repair held both vertebrae firmly in place.

Next, we used bone cement to reinforce the pins and wire, knowing we couldn't ask the kangaroo to sit still and stay in bed for a couple of months. We considered a bone graft to add support, but rejected the idea for the same reason. She needed complete, or near-complete, stability the moment she woke up. Her first hop, no matter how soft, would send vibrations right up to the unstable area. A bone graft would take weeks to solidify. We questioned whether the bone cement, the kind used to secure a new hip joint in a human, would be strong enough in the long run, but it was our only option.

During the entire procedure, Dr. Harris had remained calm, methodical, and relaxed. Even during tense moments, his voice and manner remained steady. When he removed his mask after the surgery, he looked pleased as he surveyed his handiwork. I guessed that he saw the entire effort as fairly routine. He simply applied what he already knew to a different species. To me, it was nothing short of a small miracle.

Dr. Harris knelt down next to the kangaroo while she woke up from the anesthesia. Watching the two of them, I noticed a linear scar crossing the back of the neurosurgeon's neck. My mind came to an instant conclusion, confirmed months later when I finally got up the nerve to ask: the doctor had undergone a similar surgical procedure years earlier. Maybe that's why he'd become an expert in this field.

Sally lay on her side, shivering as the anesthetic wore off. It would be some time before we knew if the kangaroo could use her limbs. We'd taken radiographs at the end of the procedure and everything looked good—in perfect alignment. Nevertheless, we could not be certain she still had nerve function.

I saw the surgeon's clinical expression soften into a look of gentle, benevolent concern. It lasted only briefly—a few seconds—and then he smiled. From then on, I knew that Sally would be a patient our kind surgeon would never forget. He had felt what she felt.

Animals often represent more to us than their simple selves. Every patient deserves our empathy and compassion. Many also earn our respect, affection, or sympathy for a variety of reasons. We often try to control these emotions when they surface, as Dr. Harris did while working on Sally. Too much feeling can get in the way of good medicine. Too much worry about what the animal is feeling can draw your attention away from the task at hand. Alternatively, too little makes it impossible to do your best.

Sally made a relatively rapid and complete recovery. It was not easy, but we kept her in a heavily bedded and padded recovery stall, much like the ones used for horses recovering from anesthesia. Four heavy pads covered the walls, preventing the animal from hurting herself if she stumbled trying to sit up or stand. The abundant straw bedding helped make the kangaroo comfortable. By the third day she had recovered movement in her legs and tone in her cloaca. Her appetite picked up and she accepted all of her food treats.

Over the following weeks, Sally became stronger and her movements gained coordination. We often looked in on her, only to find her looking curiously back at us while munching on a piece of hay. For her physical therapy, we helped her to her feet and held her tail while she hopped in place. After thirty days in our hospital, she could stand for several minutes at a time. After ninety days, she had completely recovered. We walked the kangaroo into a large plastic kennel and took her back to the exhibit.

For years afterward, I offered Dr. Harris an update every time I saw him. I'd describe how well the kangaroo was doing on exhibit. She appeared healthy and active, indistinguishable from the others. Dr. Harris would smile broadly and say, “Of course she's fantastic. She's Sally!”

Our neurosurgeon, a physician and scientist, took a great leap in this case. He allowed himself to identify with a kangaroo. I'd like to see that kind of emotional crossover into the animal kingdom happen more often.