Animal ambulance anyone?

So today started off pretty uneventful, nothing out of the ordinary expected.  I had gone to pick up a mom and pups and a pomeranian as they all need spayed/neutered.  I walked through the doors of the clinic to be handed a patient chart reflecting the owner of a recently spayed dog was calling stating that the incision was bleeding.  Of course, my first instinct is "here we go again", as we are dealing with a pet that died after a routine spay that after complaints of a bleeding incision.  While my initial instinct was to say "what the hell", the circumstances in this case were very different.  The spay had occurred five days before and there certainly shouldn't be any incision bleeding.  Well I guess the owner of the dog refused do go down and look at the dog to see how she looked and if any "guts" or anything were hanging out, she insisted on waiting for her husband to come home.  Not even five minutes later she called to see if there was a service that could pick up her dog because she feared for her life.  Now, this is certainly not something we had in our business plan but without hesitation, we grabbed a stretcher and headed out the door.  We got to the house and as we were led inside you could see blood all over the walls, down the stairs, on the landing, pools of blood everywhere, they were attempting to mop it up.  Mind you, if it were my dog, I cetainly wouldn't be making it my priority to mop up blood.  We were led down to a basement where we could not find the dog.  So I'm expecting this tiny dog or something to come out of hole when all of a sudden a boxer head peaks out from under a sink.  This poor dog, she came out and it was the worst case of exposed guts I have ever seen.  The spleen was hanging out, the small intest was not only hanging out but severed, and other parts I'm not even sure what they were.  I guess this is where most people would vomit or pass out, but like it was instinct I said to Michael, "she can't go on the stretcher", I bent down and scooped her up, carried her out of the basement, outside and into the back of the Ohio Pet Placement Suburban.  I climbed in and held her until we got to the clinic.  When we arrive I scooped her up once again and carried her into the clinic and onto the surgery table where I held her paw while she was prepped for surgery and until relief came.  We are refusing to release her until here incision is healed and sutures can be removed.  Fortunately, her people love her, they gave us the go ahead to get her all fixed up.  It is times like these that we realize just how much we can handle and what we are willing to do for "just a dog".  It is also these extra little things that we are willing to do that sets us apart not only from other rescue groups, but other veterinary clinics.  When all was said and done, I guess we just found another piece to add to our plan!