Alors que tout aurait du continuer...L'imprévisible arriva!!!Un vendredi matin, mes maîtres me retrouvèrent dans la haie, les yeux révulsés, tout froid, sans réaction. Ils téléphonèrent d'urgence à un vétérinaire de la région (le mien étant occupé par un vêlage) qui réserva en toute vitesse une entrée aux urgences à la clinique universitaire du Sart Tilman à Liège. C'est en roulant à une allure folle que nous sommes arrivés là-bas. Prise en charge directe, organisation impeccable,perfusion, soins et mesures toutes les 10 minutes, examens....Mes maîtres ont du me laisser entre leurs mains. Et il y en avait beaucoup, j'étais le chouchou! Le soir même mes "parents" sont venus me voir , ils m'attendaient dans la salle d'attente. Quel choc pour eux! Il paraît que je ne les reconnaissais pas, que je gémissais derrière la porte pour retourner d'où je venais et puis mon aspect... Il suffit de voir cette photo.
Whereas all would have to continue ... The unforeseeable one arrived!!! One friday morning, my owners found me in the hedge, the eyes counterirritated, any cold, without reaction. They telephoned urgently to a veterinary surgeon of the area (mine being occupe with a calving) who held in all speed an entry with the urgences of the private clinic Sart Tilman to Liège. It is while rolling to an insane pace that we arrived over there. Direct assumption of responsibility, impeccable organization, perfusion,care and measurements every ten minutes, examinations... My owners have to leave me between their hands. And there was much of it, I was the pet! The evening even, my parents came to see me, they awaited me in the waiting room. What a shock for them! It appears that I do not recognize them, that I groaned behind the door to turn over from where I came and then my aspect... It is enough to see this photograph.
Whereas all would have to continue ... The unforeseeable one arrived!!! One friday morning, my owners found me in the hedge, the eyes counterirritated, any cold, without reaction. They telephoned urgently to a veterinary surgeon of the area (mine being occupe with a calving) who held in all speed an entry with the urgences of the private clinic Sart Tilman to Liège. It is while rolling to an insane pace that we arrived over there. Direct assumption of responsibility, impeccable organization, perfusion,care and measurements every ten minutes, examinations... My owners have to leave me between their hands. And there was much of it, I was the pet! The evening even, my parents came to see me, they awaited me in the waiting room. What a shock for them! It appears that I do not recognize them, that I groaned behind the door to turn over from where I came and then my aspect... It is enough to see this photograph.
