The Helicobacter Pylori
Charlie has always loved and chased cars, wildly panting his way back to furious masters who soon assumed that was he to die early, it would be under fast and tempting wheels.
We were so wrong...
Holidays - day 1 :
Place of action : a rented house with garden by the seaside
Character : a 18 month old whippet.
5 pm : playing crazy as usual with pine cones - happy dog.
6 pm : throwing up, once, twice...dozens of times in garden - puzzled dog.
6:30 pm : throwing up blood, wailing - dying dog.
6:50 pm : driving crazy to a far away vet, everybody feel like throwing up now.
Holidays - days 2, 3, ... : Charlie is still busy dying under the very eyes of nonplussed vets : can't eat, nor drink, blood everywhere (in fesces, in vomit.) Weak and sniffling masters.
Holidays - day 7 : back home with a skinny whippet (with ugly bedsores due to several days in a vet kennel without his blanket) and with loads of medecines and funny X-rays of his frankenstein stomach.
We visited as many vets as possible who competed with long lists of medecines, and who sold us magic and extravagantly expensive dog food which was supposed to give him bonus lives.
Ultimately, they advised us a laparoscopy.
Bad news : he was suffering from an autoimmune devil thing (see title), which could be kept at bay at best but no one knew for how long...
Conclusion :
- Everyone agreed that Charlie was dying and that the medecines were just slowing the process.
- In case he lived, he would be dependent on pills all his life.
- The whole house smelled aromatherapy - it didn't work but at least it calmed the distressed masters down.
- We now had to fend for ourselves : modern medecine could do no more (anyway, we were a bit broke...)
Therefore, we started frantically searching the net to find a secret recipe - anything was welcomed. At last, the screen did come up with some ideas :
The first tip looked just simple-minded - like cooking warm and mixed up home-made meals, and giving one spoonful after another.
Well, actually, that was not a simple-minded idea, just common sense which preciously helped his destroyed stomach digesting a few calories.
The second tip was wizardry to us. Foreign doctors advised manuka honey to come to terms with some wicked bacteria like golden stafilococ or helicobacter pylori. Well, let's try !
A nicely wrapped package from New Zealand landed in our letter box a few days later.
Charlie was a skeleton now, it was just wonderful that he could still move his frail body to satisfy basic needs.
He yummily swallowed spoondulls of honey 20 minutes before each meal and one more before going to bed, a routine that brightened his days.
Waoooo !
In a couple of weeks, he managed to gain weight and return back to normal (naughty and tarking as usual). The blender had never been so useful and we walked a carrot-rice-turkey-smeared happy dog in the park ! Jars of honey were emptied and all the medecines were thrown away.
Several years after :
We always keep some Manuka honey just in case.
Charlie eats normally (no more blended food, no more honey)
Well, he taught us how never to say never.
We were so wrong...
Holidays - day 1 :
Place of action : a rented house with garden by the seaside
Character : a 18 month old whippet.
5 pm : playing crazy as usual with pine cones - happy dog.
6 pm : throwing up, once, twice...dozens of times in garden - puzzled dog.
6:30 pm : throwing up blood, wailing - dying dog.
6:50 pm : driving crazy to a far away vet, everybody feel like throwing up now.
Holidays - days 2, 3, ... : Charlie is still busy dying under the very eyes of nonplussed vets : can't eat, nor drink, blood everywhere (in fesces, in vomit.) Weak and sniffling masters.
Holidays - day 7 : back home with a skinny whippet (with ugly bedsores due to several days in a vet kennel without his blanket) and with loads of medecines and funny X-rays of his frankenstein stomach.
We visited as many vets as possible who competed with long lists of medecines, and who sold us magic and extravagantly expensive dog food which was supposed to give him bonus lives.
Ultimately, they advised us a laparoscopy.
Bad news : he was suffering from an autoimmune devil thing (see title), which could be kept at bay at best but no one knew for how long...
Conclusion :
- Everyone agreed that Charlie was dying and that the medecines were just slowing the process.
- In case he lived, he would be dependent on pills all his life.
- The whole house smelled aromatherapy - it didn't work but at least it calmed the distressed masters down.
- We now had to fend for ourselves : modern medecine could do no more (anyway, we were a bit broke...)
Therefore, we started frantically searching the net to find a secret recipe - anything was welcomed. At last, the screen did come up with some ideas :
The first tip looked just simple-minded - like cooking warm and mixed up home-made meals, and giving one spoonful after another.
Well, actually, that was not a simple-minded idea, just common sense which preciously helped his destroyed stomach digesting a few calories.
The second tip was wizardry to us. Foreign doctors advised manuka honey to come to terms with some wicked bacteria like golden stafilococ or helicobacter pylori. Well, let's try !
A nicely wrapped package from New Zealand landed in our letter box a few days later.
Charlie was a skeleton now, it was just wonderful that he could still move his frail body to satisfy basic needs.
He yummily swallowed spoondulls of honey 20 minutes before each meal and one more before going to bed, a routine that brightened his days.
Waoooo !
In a couple of weeks, he managed to gain weight and return back to normal (naughty and tarking as usual). The blender had never been so useful and we walked a carrot-rice-turkey-smeared happy dog in the park ! Jars of honey were emptied and all the medecines were thrown away.
Several years after :
We always keep some Manuka honey just in case.
Charlie eats normally (no more blended food, no more honey)
Well, he taught us how never to say never.