JUNE, 2008:
Oh what a cute German shepherd puppy he was! So full of spunk, so affectionate, so smart. He was growing by leaps and bounds, and within two minutes, I couldn’t even hold him anymore! Then suddenly, without warning, he just stopped eating. At first we didn’t think too much of it, but then he didn’t eat the next morning either. And, he wasn’t drinking any water. Not even the
ionized water. He was lethargic, but yet seemed alert. He was hiding under the porch.
Justin and I didn’t have much experience with sick dogs so I anxiously took him to the vet, almost an hour away from our rural farm. She thought it might be worms, and gave me some worm medication. I gave Rocky 2 of the 3 de-worm dosages, and then he disappeared. Here on our farm there are no fences, and Rocky’s a mostly outdoors dog. We figured he ran away to die and we were heartbroken to think of losing Rocky, who was only 9 months old at this point. We went out looking for him in the four-wheeler, calling him, telling him I had “yummies” for him, to no avail.
The next morning, like a miracle, he appeared outside our door, happy to see us, but obviously still very sick. We quickly leashed him (which he hates) and kept him close to us at all times, which meant having to “walk” him to “do his business”. That’s when I saw bloody, stinky, very, very watery diarrhea. I researched everything I could on the internet for hours.
Back at the vet he was tested for everything, x-rayed and they gave him one liter of intravenous fluid, antibiotic, meds for gas (his intestines were distended – this is all that showed up on the x-ray). The vet thought it might be something viral as the ONLY thing of any big significance in all the tests was a low white blood cell count. The vet gave me the number for an all night clinic an hour and a half from our house, where they could hook him up to IVs and monitor him, albeit in a cage, and I wouldn’t be able to stay there! I certainly didn’t want this option! But she was openly puzzled and sympathetic.
Rocky seemed a bit better the next morning, drinking small amounts of our special ionized water on his own. We thought he had turned the corner. Then he vomited again and we were back where we started from.
Madly doing research, his symptoms seemed indicative of Parvo, but his tests were negative! Parvo most times is a death sentence, so we were quite scared. I continued with as much ionized water and
Himalayan crystal salt as he would allow, mixed with a great product called “Ease the Quease” which is an herbal anti-nausea formulation of ginger root, anise seed, spearmint, ginger & peppermint oil. I used a small pointy squeeze bottle to give him this mixture, milliliter by milliliter as marked on the bottle, holding his mouth closed till he’d swallow. I sat with his head in my lap for hours, singing a chanting sort of song, in a slow easy voice, and it seemed to soothe him. Online I had been talking with a holistic vet, who happened to be passing by our town. She stopped in and gave Rocky another IV of liquids and taught Justin how to inject him for the next time.
In desperation I tried singing and clog-tap dancing for him, and you could tell he was amused, but I couldn’t coax him off the rebounder (the mini-trampoline) that’s been “his spot” since he was a tiny baby.
He was losing weight dramatically. He went from about 90 to 68. That’s when we realized we could use the Rife Machine on him! The Rife Machine was invented in the 1930s by Dr. Royal Raymond Rife. Using the fact that diseased cells have a different frequency than healthy cells, he correlated the machine with many disease frequencies, and much the same way an opera singer can shatter a glass, this machine can shatter the diseased cell walls. It can also restore healthy frequency pathways.
I shaved Rocky’s forearms and held the stainless steel cylinders against his skin, while the vibrations of many different frequencies coursed through his system. He must’ve known this was helping him, because he lay with me, while I sang and held the cylinders on him, for hours on end.
The next morning, he drank water on his own! He walked around a bit! He had turned a corner for sure! I boiled chicken and brown rice in ionized water, strained the liquid and although he didn’t want to eat, I squirted it through the little bottle, and he kept it down!! His recovery continued from that point forward, and both the vet and the holistic vet agreed I saved his life with my singing, water, salt and the Rife treatments. The entire episode was about a week and a half of playing Florence Nightingale to a puppy! He went from a low of 68 lbs at the vet’s office back up to 90 lbs in a matter of a few weeks. Now he’s well over 100, and our breeder says he’s the biggest shepherd he’s ever bred! That’s our baby!
Now, I’m happy to say Rocky (I call him “my little poodle”) is fully recovered and a thriving 17 month old puppy, good as gold, and smart as can be! Here’s a photo of my TWO honey’s, Rocky and Justin. (Sept. 2009)
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We grow lots of vegetables, from tomatoes to potatoes, and even free-range organic chickens (although I’m a vegetarian, Justin and Rocky aren’t). We have delicious heirloom tomatoes all winter long in the greenhouse, along with figs and even goji berries, accompanied by hibiscus, passion vines and geraniums in bloom! We’ve even started growing dwarf banana trees in the greenhouse. In the summer we have gooseberries, blueberries, aronia berries, raspberries, blackberries, elderberries and strawberries grown in upright cylinders to get more berries per square foot. We have an almond tree, peach, pear and apple trees, and flowers galore! Over 150 different kinds of iris’ bloom amongst daffodils, tulips, lilies, hollyhocks, dahlias, foxgloves, clematis, and literally, countless others. Here’s a photo of us with the first crop of winter tomatoes from our greenhouse!
I thought maybe I was imagining all this, and “willing” it to be this way, but then after my mother was drinking the 