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Exploring Alternative Veterinary Care for Your Pet

Most of you who know me know that I am a big fan of alternative care, for both myself and my husband, and for our pets. I have fed a raw, species-appropriate diet for years, and I don’t do any other toxins than what is required by law (multi-year rabies only). Three of my four pets are getting older, and with age comes an increase in age-related problems, like incontinence, weakness, loss of eyesight and/or hearing, and organ failures amongst other issues. The following story occurred in September 2017 involving one of my old pups, 12-year old Lucy (a.k.a. Monkey Bear and Little Fatty, Fat, Fat):

Lucy: The Younger Years

Lucy is without a doubt, the most loyal, sweetest dog in our house. She doesn’t cause trouble (other than pilfering cat food), will walk right by your side without a leash, and always wants to do the right thing. One Sunday morning in early September, Lucy wasn’t feeling well. She would drink almost a whole bowl of water, then tip her head down and it would literally all come falling out of her. She did this three times in the span of half an hour, and I knew I had to take her to the emergency vet.

At the ER, they put her on anti-nausea meds and IV fluids to rehydrate her. An ultrasound revealed an inflammed pancreas with secondary liver inflammation. So the conventional vets diagnosed Lucy with pancreatitis, pumped her with fluids and more anti-nausea meds over the next couple of days, successfully fed her a few bites of food, then discharged her. She came home, ate a meal, and the evening was uneventful. By the next morning, she was nauseous, not eating, regurgitating water again, and just feeling plain awful. Back to the ER we went for more fluids and anti-nausea meds. She came home again and ate a second meal (her second meal in about a week). This time she vomited and aspirated a lung, causing pneumonia. She was very weak and wobbly at this point. It broke my heart to watch a vet tech pick her up and carry her to the back, because she couldn’t walk on her own.

While Lucy was in the ER recovering from pneumonia and still dealing with the pancreatitis, I had been in touch with their regular vet, a very gifted homeopath, to try to make an appointment for Lucy when I had her home. We finally connected via text on a Saturday morning (two weeks since Lucy fell ill), and I updated her on the situation. Her diagnosis, without even seeing Lucy, was the opposite of what the conventional vets said! She said that Lucy had liver disease with secondary pancreatic inflammation. The next thing she said was the kicker – “Lucy needs an organic coffee enema now.” What?! I was definitely taken aback by that recommendation, but this vet had never steered me wrong before, so I immediately started trying to wrap my brain around how I was going to give my dog an enema. She told me to look up how it is perfomed on people and just apply it to dogs. 

Meanwhile, at the Legion of Doom (the ER), the vet taking care of Lucy called me to tell me that she just wasn’t eating for them. My only options at this point were: a) a feeding tube (both me and my husband were not liking that idea at all), b) discharging her and trying to get her to eat at home, or c) euthanasia. We weren’t ready to euthanize her yet (but we had already had “the talk”), and neither of us wanted her to have a feeding tube, so I discharged her and brought her home. 

I had gone to the store earlier that day to buy the stuff for the enema. I went to a few different websites and read instructions on how to perform the enema. Then I went to the vet, brought Lucy home, brewed the coffee, then we headed downstairs to the back deck after the coffee had cooled with the enema bag filled. It didn’t go quite as planned – I was able to get a little bit of coffee in and keep it in for about 30 seconds before Lucy leaped up and ran off the deck into the yard to do business. 

I didn’t attempt it again – I thought I would wait and see what happened. About 10 minutes after the enema was completed, Lucy coughed up a large phlegm ball from her aspirated lung, and then I asked her if she wanted to eat, and she showed more enthusiasm than I have ever seen her show in her life. She ate and ate and ate. She demanded all the meals she had missed. In one night. My girl was back! Fast forward to now, mid-February 2018, and she acts like she was never sick. She goes on long walks and eats with gusto. What the conventional vets could fix after over $7,000 of treatment, my homeopath fixed with a $25 enema kit.

The lesson that I want people to take away from this is to simply open your mind to other options. Homeopathy and holistic medicine is not hokey pseudoscience. It has a place, just like conventional medicine has its place. I truly believed that my vet saved Lucy’s life. She is not a miracle-worker, just a homeopathic vet with years of experience and a wealth of knowledge in natural healing modalities. 

 

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