AVMA About Pets and Coronavirus


As a veterinarian, I’ve been asked more than once recently about coronavirus in our pets.  Here’s a link to some information from the American Veterinary Medical Association (AVMA) about Coronavirus and pets (published February 28, 2020).  If you don’t want to read the article, the bottom line is that the AVMA does not think our pets are at risk for contracting OR spreading COVID-19.  So no, we do NOT need to worry about putting protective masks on our household pets (and believe it or not, I have been asked about that too).  Animals DO have their own coronaviruses and these are NOT new.  FIP (Feline Infectious Peritonitis) is a coronavirus that’s been around a very long time.  I remember learning about canine intestinal coronavirus in veterinary school back in the early to mid 1980s.

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Loss and Survival in the Tennessee Tornadoes

I’ve lived 59 of my 60 years on this earth in Middle Tennessee, so I’ve been through my fair share of tornadoes.  I’ve heard the frightening “freight train” sound of a tornado going over my house (and it really does sound just like a freight train).  Tuesday’s early morning tornado (or tornadoes?) was not my first and certainly won’t be my last.  But I can say with all honesty that this one was was more traumatic.  The devastation from this one hit closer to home.  My city was hit hard and entire neighborhoods were obliterated just a stone’s throw from my home.   Usually, we get fair warning, but not with this big monster of a funnel.  I didn’t get warned until it had already gone through downtown Nashville and was heading my way (I live in a small Nashville suburb).  This one hit at 1 am, when most “normal” people are sleeping.  I’m a night owl and in all honesty, I’m very grateful for that right now.  I’m usually still awake at that hour and am very thankful I was still awake that night.

Hubby had gone to bed and I was getting ready to retire myself.  I was in the bathroom washing my face when my cell phone sounded an alarm.  My first honest to God thought was not for the weather, but was, “Oh no, not ANOTHER Amber Alert?!”  Yes, I thought  another innocent child had gone missing.  But it was a tornado warning saying a tornado was in the area and to take cover now.  I flipped on the TV and it had reportedly hit the downtown Nashville area, gone just north of the Titans stadium and had hit East Nashville.  It had traveled East, and was in Donelson, my hometown and where my in-laws live, and was supposedly heading my way.  I felt like I was in the twilight zone as I had heard nothing about possible tornadoes.

Never again will I so flippantly regard a tornado warning. 

My normally jaunty female meteorologist had a whole new demeanor about her that I didn’t recognize.  Her voice was an octave deeper and she was booming some serious instructions.  I remember her saying the Mt. Juliet area needed to take cover now, that this was as bad as it gets, and to please take this seriously and get to a safe place.  Still in denial, I stepped out on the deck and there was light rain but nothing else.  No wind, no hail, nothing.  And then the tornado alarm sounded.  It was loud and terrifying.  It was this alarm which finally jarred me into reality and sprung me into action.  I ran to the back bedroom where I awoke my slumbering husband, telling him we needed to get to the basement NOW, that they were saying this was a “big one.”  A massive and wide tornado.  Hubby moaned and begrudgingly got up (can you tell we’re used to getting a few false alarms in this area?) while I ran around the house trying to gather my two cats.  Our blonde tabby, Nugget, loves tornado warnings as he gets to explore the basement (and nothing makes him happier), while our gray tabby, Dakota, would just as soon be decapitated than go one step down into that basement.  I thought for sure I would be blown away that night as I chased my sweet gray boy all over the house, trying to retrieve him from under beds.

I opened the garage door a few times to check to see what it was doing (probably not the smartest thing to do).  The third time I opened it, with hubby by my side,  the wind hurled rain inside on us and as the lightning strikes lit up the backyard, we could see unidentified swirling objects in the air (which we learned later was pink and yellow insulation).  We immediately tried to close the door to run back to a safer spot in the basement but then the garage door decided it didn’t want to close.  It finally did and we ran to the deepest corner of the basement, feeling grateful we had not both been sucked out alive.  Our lights flickered a few times but we never lost power.

It was over before we knew it.  We had survived again.  Other people weren’t so lucky.  I stayed up most of that night watching the TV coverage of the damage which was indescribable.  I could hardly believe what I was seeing.  Places I frequented, schools that I loved, and familiar buildings were destroyed or just gone.  I felt like someone had given me a shot of adrenaline.  Hubby went back to bed. How he slept, I’ll never know.  At daylight, I went out and picked up debris from the yard.  There was insulation hanging from trees and up on our roof and on top of all our neighbor’s houses as well.  There were papers from no telling where, a large piece of plastic, and a few shingles.  Our two sons, who live in a different state, both called within minutes of each other when they awoke to the news.

I had a doctor’s appointment at 10 am in downtown Nashville, but cancelled it when I heard the mayor of Nashville on TV telling people to stay home unless you had an emergency and absolutely needed to be out.  There was nothing else on TV except tornado coverage on Tuesday.  Power lines and trees were down all over, there were numerous natural gas leaks, and debris from decimated houses and buildings was everywhere, causing roads to be impassable.  Schools were demolished.  Entire neighborhoods were destroyed.  50,000 people in Nashville alone were without power.  It looked more like bombs had gone off all around us.  Here is an incredible drone video of Nashville (the time mark for a school and neighborhood close to where I live starts at minute 5:27).

I have to admit something.  I have never, ever, until now, understood the term “survivor’s guilt.”  I have heard that term over the years used by people who have survived natural disasters, mass shootings, and even suicide.  I always thought to myself that I just didn’t get it or understand those feelings.  I quietly wondered why these survivors just couldn’t be thankful for the fact that they had survived.  Why the guilt?  I so totally get it now.  Survivor’s guilt is real.  I’ve seen familiar parts of my hometown blown away.  I’ve seen a church I passed by frequently decimated.  I came away with an unscathed home and with debris in my yard that took all of 30 minutes to pick up.  Our Internet has come and gone, but that’s not all that unusual for us.  Our power stayed on.  There weren’t even any limbs down in our yard.  And so I felt terrible guilt over how fortunate I was.  I’ve heard more horror stories in these past few days than I care to recount.  I finally had to quit watching the constant replays of the tornado on TV just as I had to quit watching on 9/11 when they kept replaying the airplanes flying into the twin towers.  It’s caused an indescribable anxiety.  I’ve only managed to sleep 1-2 hours a night since the tornado and after talking to others, I know I’m not alone.  I know the only way to combat that anxiety is to help others who need my help.  And that’s just what I plan to do.

I’m hearing that experts still aren’t sure how many tornadoes there were.  They do know that the one that struck my Nashville suburb was on the ground for over 50 minutes and strengthened to an EF3 in the Donelson and Mt. Juliet areas.  One report said for 60 minutes.  I heard that most tornadoes will bounce up and down –  intermittently lifting up and touching back down, but this one didn’t do that.  It stayed on the ground the entire 50+ minutes, through four counties, causing widespread destruction.  I also heard that Tennessee is the #1 state for nighttime tornadoes and that tornadoes that hit at night often cause more destruction.  I didn’t know those things.

There has been loss of life and there is much trauma, grieving and mourning here.   It’s a lot for any human to process.  But for all the tragic stories, there are just as many inspirational stories of heroism and courage.   Stories where love shines through.  Nashville and Tennessee will be just fine.  Volunteers have come out in droves.  It’s heartwarming to see neighbors, friends and complete strangers coming from near and far.  We are feeling the love pouring in to us and most of all, the hope.  And that’s important.

Please pray for Tennessee.



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Sunday Glory


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Sunday Glory

He giveth to the beast his food,

and to the young ravens which cry.

Psalm 147:9


I’m reading through a book which is a collection of Charles Spurgeon’s sermons.  I find myself reading and rereading them because they give me much to think about.  The  second one, which I’m reading now, is entitled The Raven’s Cry, and is about the above verse.  




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Sunday Glory

This is the day which the LORD hath made;

we will rejoice and be glad in it.

Psalm 118:24


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Nap Time

Nugget…. our comical boy.


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Someone You Loved- Lewis Capaldi

It seems every time I get in my car, I hear this song…. and every time I walk into the grocery store, the drugstore, or any store for that matter.  It was nominated for Best Song of the Year at the Grammy’s and deservingly so.  This kid can sing.


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