Cookie's Distemper Story

 DISTEMPER IS NOT 100% FATAL!

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So you might remember that our old dog Brandy went to the rainbow bridge on Sept. 18.

Last Wed evening, one of our younger dogs, Cookie, started with the same symptom of weak back legs and nausea. Friday, no nausea but he was getting weaker. Saturday (of course, when vet is not open) he needed help walking and we noticed a large lump on the left side of his neck. Sunday, he couldn't walk at all and his head and body were twisting in strange contortion.

All this time we gave him enzymes, colloidal silver, Zeolite, and cannot confirm or deny that maybe he got someone's leftover Rx antibiotics. Nothing seemed to fix the weak legs.

Did he get bit by a snake? spider? No visible puncture wounds.

Did he find some Brandy poo in the dog yard (hey, he's a dog and he does what dogs do), and then catch what she had? Brain tumor?

After several family members consulted with Dr. Google, we agreed collectively that he has distemper. Dr. Google also says it's 100% fatal if it goes to the neurological phase.

Assuming distemper, I looked for the history of the disease and research that promised cures.

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In 1972, Dr. Alson Sears, a veterinarian in the desert community of Lancaster, California, read the research on using Newcastle’s Disease Vaccine (NDV) as an inducer to boost levels of interferon in cats. The major dog disease he faced in his storefront clinic was distemper. Dr. Sears had followed the officially sanctioned treatments for distemper – fluids, antibiotics, and watching them die.

“Most of the dogs that came in with distemper died,” he said. “We’re talking many, many, many boxes of dead dogs. Those that did survive went on to see horrible secondary neurologic problems from which many lingered and eventually died. Once sick, there did not seem to be much that could be done to help them.”

When he read about the NDV research in cats, “It clicked in my head that this might work against distemper. I thought, ‘Damn, if it works in cats, here’s a viral technique we haven’t tried.’”

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The article is pretty long, but what stood out was INTERFERON.

It's Sunday evening. Where could one find interferon?

It was in my refrigerator.

Some time ago, we were unable to finish that gallon of RAW GOAT MILK and it had turned into curds and WHEY.

Last night we said our goodbyes to him, thanking him for his protection from feral cats and squirrels, and made him comfortable on his pallet that he likes. Gave him some sour Goat Whey, but he was so twisted and weak that we thought it was maybe beyond time to save him.

We went to bed in the next room and knew that the morning would probably bring a grim task of digging a grave in the backyard.

Around 6am, we woke to hear whining at our bedside. "Mike! Buttercream is here to tell us that Cookie has died." Mike jumped up and ran to check on him. He wasn't there. And Buttercream was sleeping soundly nearby. Mike came back to the room, and there was Cookie in the dark corner near the bookshelf, the source of the whining.

How did he get there? He must have dragged himself into the room, as he was unable to walk.

We had seen a miracle. The dog was 95% dead last night. Now, he was visibly better -- after only one dose of raw, sour Goat Whey!

So much for Dr. Google! He sure doesn't know the Great Veterinarian like I do.

I went back to the article and under the influence of some hot morning coffee, I looked for some other sources of INTERFERON.

ALOE VERA.

Hallelujah! A small, $10-Aloe Vera Barbadensis plant that I bought a few years ago has now taken over my yard. I snipped off two large leaves, prepared them by harvesting the clear gel, blended it with some raw Goat Whey, and took it to our boy.

He lapped it up from my cupped palm like he had been doing, then put his head over to the cup and gobbled it all down.

As I sat on the floor with him, I asked the Lord if there is anything else that might help.

"Remember that article you read about the cows in England being doused along their spines with a pesticide for flies?

"Yes, that's right. It had high levels of manganese which was thought to be the cause of mad cow disease."

"What if you used DMSO all along his backbone and lymphatics? It's pure sulfur, and you know how it reduces inflammation."

"Of course! And it would go into the spinal fluid where that nasty virus is hiding."

"Are you thinking of something else that's a very powerful anti-viral that the DMSO could push in?"

"Oregano oil?"

"Atta girl!"

In a short time, Cookie -- and I -- were stinking like a garlicky pizza -- garlic from the DMSO and all the pizza in Italy from the oregano. I left him and went about morning chores.

Soon, he was scooching back into the living room. Still not able to lift his legs, we got him onto his pallet. I had to leave him a couple hours for errands.

He was visibly brighter and stronger. when I got back. I was able to coax him outside to do his business that he had not done since Saturday. He walked out to the yard on his own, though wobbly, and walked back in by himself.

He's not out of the woods by any means, but he is not dead.

I am so glad that I did not give in to the temptation to use that sour Goat Whey as fertilizer.

Cookie's Medicines

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RAW, SOUR GOAT WHEY

FRESH FILET OF ALOE VERA

(External)

DMSO from feed store

PURE OREGANO OIL