The opening chapter of my book Pit Bull Nation is the story of Fu. It was some 20 plus years ago and I'd not even begun to entertain the idea of rescuing, especially not pit bulls.
Fu was a bedraggled street dog who roamed the neighborhood we lived in. The story was he'd been turned out by a crack dealer and was surviving on whatever scraps the neighbors threw out for him to eat. Fu decided to belong to Scott. That's how it always has been with us. We didn't pick out a rescue. They seemed to always find us.
Fu began to sleep on our front porch and we began to feed him. This was back in the day when I knew nothing and was at the mercy of vets. The first time Fu and I visited the vet, I actually believed the Science Diet which lined the walls was a healthy choice for nutrition. This vet was actually a kind hearted soul who was honest about not keeping up with the latest trends in pet care.
Fu was diagnosed with heartworm, cherry eye, a horrible skin condition and, of course, needed neutering. We began the old-style heartworm treatment which at the time, entailed a shot of arsenic and a 50/50 chance of survival. During the next several months, Fu underwent his treatment like a champ. He even made it through the invasive, painful and dangerous heartworm treatment.
Back in those days, I fed what was recommended and Fu at store brand kibble. He was vaccinated and given all of the toxic drugs for fleas and parasite prevention. I didn't know any better. Now, I cringe at the thought of all those nasty things I subjected my dog to.
I was working part time at another vet to save up money to move to California and discovered employees could have their pets' teeth cleaned at a reduced rate. The day before Fu's appointment, I gave him a three and a half hour spa treatment. His former bald, scaly and oozing patches had cleared up and he sported a lustrous coat of shiny black fur. He truly looked like the majestic chow chows who'd once been bred to guard ancient Chinese emperors.
I remember being in the middle of learning how to prepare a stool sample when I heard the frantic announcement the next morning at the vet office. It was one of those moments in your life when you know something horrible has happened and you keep doing some mundane chore in hopes that it will just go away.
They came to get me from surgery and took me upstairs to see my dog lying dead on the table. The vet had given Fu a huge shot of sodium pentothal to prep him for surgery. It immediately killed him. There was no bringing him back. He was dead and gone.
What happened that day started me on a long hard path which eventually led to rescuing pit bulls. Over the years, I've looked for alternative and healthy answers. I have been most pleasantly surprised and have been able to give some animals a much better life.
Today, if we acquire a heartworm positive animal, that animal is fed a healthy organic raw diet and treated for the heartworm herbally. An animal with tumors or growths is treated with a gentle detox, quality organic raw diet and homeopathy to deal with the tumors and/or growths. Amazingly, most of the tumors and growths encountered have been related to over-vaccination. A good detox is the first step toward regaining good health.
|Misha living a healthy cancer free life|
Misha was treated homeopathically and given a thorough Waiora detox. That was nearly three years ago and guess what? Misha is 'meatball' free...the tumor has never returned. Misha is lucky enough to live in a part of the country which defers rabies and other vaccinations for sick and old animals. This should be the standard everywhere. It is criminal to force loving pet owners to kill their pets just to abide by an unnatural law.
|Martha on a happy day|
When I met Martha that day, I thought based on some vet's notes, we could help her transition out of those problems with homeopathy and a healthy raw meat diet...what cats are supposed to eat. What began was a five year long battle. Over the years, Martha saw five different conventional vets, each armed with toxic antibiotics and drugs. She'd already been vaccinated at least five times and the true source of her issues.
Crawling back to my regular homeopath where I should have taken Martha originally, Martha began treatment which would have cured any animal not beleaguered with years of vaccinations and drugs.
Today, I'm taking Martha to be cremated. Her ashes will be placed next to Fu Manchu and the others who are resting and happy in a beautiful place...a place without pharmaceutical companies, veterinarians and cash registers, nasty kibble for food.
There is a better world for our animals. It's a crime that they must die to get there.