
03/10/05, 12:04 PM
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Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Rocky Topo
Posts: 415
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Dead goat - a cautionary tale
Well durn.
Lost my first goat yesterday. He was a five yo wether Nigerian dwarf that had developed a wheeze lately and a dry cough. I had been watching the symptoms and monitoring his temp (never a fever - a little low if anything at 100.5 on average). No nasal discharge, had his appetite, active as usual, possibly a slight loss of weight and maybe just bit "off" in overall look (coat looking a little rough? a little less "bright" in general demeanor?). I figured him for lungworms and dewormed with Valbazan last Saturday.
Hadn't seen improvement in the wheeze or cough and decided to contact Goat 911 for advice. While waiting for a response I got restless and called the vet. After describing the symptoms he thought we were probably talking lungworms too and suggested another wormer (Cydectin). I decided to ride into town to pick some up and almost as an afterthought decided to bring in the wether and we set a time. At this point I felt it was probably unnecessary to have the vet inspect him but possibly worth the expense in peace of mind.
After the 40 mile trip in I opened his crate to find a completely changed goat. Wild-eyed, gasping for breath, spittle on his lips. A real shocker. The vet gave him corticosteroid, baytril, banamine and suggested I leave him there for a few days so he could watch him. I kept expecting the little feller to calm down as I had never seen these symptoms or anything remotely similar. I thought he was having some sort of goat panic attack and wanted to get him back home to his buddies. The vet agreed that it might be less stressful in familiar surroundings but said he didn't like the look of things and thought it best if he stayed. Nevertheless, I picked up some meds and started back home with him. Got about two miles down the road and he keeled over dead. Just like that.
I turned around and went back to the vet and he did a quick necropsy. All his organs appeared normal and healthy until we got to the lungs. There wasn't a lot left of them. At first he thought he was looking at massive cancerous growth then as he proceeded it looked as though the lungs were full of what he thinks is CL. Or at least he couldn't imagine what else it might be. Kind of an orange cottage cheese. He sent a sample off to a lab and I should have word back in a week or so.
There has never been any sign of external CL around here whatsoever. No lumps or bumps, etc. I'm trying to do some quick reading on CL to see what that means to the rest of my bunch if the test comes back positive.
Well that's my story. Poor little guy. Thought I had a fairly routine situation on my hands that morning. I can't help but wonder how much longer he might of plugged along without our trip to town. If it is CL he had, finding it so I can start dealing with it is invaluable though. If he had died here I doubt there would have been a thought of necropsy.
Moral of the story is, I suppose, sometimes a cough is just a cough and sometimes it ain't.
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