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Our adorable chihuahua-terrier mix Daisy needs two things to survive: love and food. She will do anything to get these precious commodities, even if it kills her.
It almost did.
One late Monday evening last spring, a precariously perched bag of chocolate chips took a dive from the top shelf of our pantry. The chocolate was safely sealed inside a storage bag. On this day, however, Daisy decided she was not a pea-brained dog who runs into walls, but a criminal mastermind capable of opening Ziplocs like a velociraptor.
By the time our teenage son heard the fervent mastication of dog on chocolate, our 10-pound pet was 5% Nestlé Toll House. Soon, she became very sick with a dangerously high heart rate.
We learned a lot that day. For instance, you should always keep lots of paper towels in your car. No, more than that. Additionally, chocolate dog barf is bad but probably the best kind. We also learned that emergency veterinary care is difficult to find in rural Minnesota, expensive, and only available to people who can afford to drive across the state at a moment’s notice.
The good news is that with medication and observation at a Duluth emergency veterinary hospital, Daisy made a full recovery. The bad news is that finding solutions for the challenges we encountered is much harder than it would appear. Pets, and people, see worse outcomes because of our continued failure to address disparities in rural care.