I didn’t have much experience with sick dogs so I anxiously took him to the vet, almost an hour’s drive from our rural farm in West Virginia. 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 outdoor dog. We figured he ran away to die, as dogs sometimes do, and we were heartbroken to think of losing Rocky, who was only 9 months old at this point. I 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 the door, happy to see us, but obviously still very sick and weak. I quickly leashed him (which he hated) and kept him close to my watchful eye 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. His Parvo test was “negative”. 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. I took Rocky home.
Rocky seemed a bit better the next morning, drinking small amounts of our special ionized water on his own. I thought he had turned the corner. Then he vomited again and we were back where we started from.
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 I 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.
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!! A miracle!! His recovery continued from that point forward, and both the regular 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. At the time of this blog, he’s well over 100, and our breeder says he’s the biggest shepherd he’s ever bred! That’s baby Rocky – 28″ at the shoulder!
FOOTNOTE: 2013 – life throws us all curves, and ya gotta swing with the punches. I had to give Rocky up – but gave him up to be a K-9 dog, which is like a dog’s idea of Shangri La, so it was a happy ending for Rocky, my little poodle!