Not often am I at a loss of words and yet I cannot find where to start this most recent tragic event and those unfolding around me. None of which I have control over.
As those of you who follow me on social media know we suffered a loss in our family when our son’s puppy, Miss Karma, passed away due to complications surrounding a positive parvovirus test. The vet xrayed her to rule out a blockage as puppies tend to eat stuff and our’s love tissues. What appeared to be a blockage was backed up by a barium test. Surgery was performed and no blockage found though blisters were. Long story short she passed 10 days after receiving her puppy shots the same day Samson got his.
Mom, Dad and Samson along with all of her siblings of which she was exposed to during her contagious period are fine. What we might note here is that the siblings are less vaccinated than Sam & Karma are, were, and are fine upon the writing of this blog post. So, where did the parvo come from? Our home, around our yard, her brother’s yard (again brother is fine), the vet’s office, or the vaccine (rare).
I learned more about this horrible disease than I ever care to know. I now know that regardless of vaccination status your dog can get PARVO and possibly die because of the strains being found that are not part the vaccine. I understand that the older the dog is the better the chance of survival.
So as you can imagine I’ve been sanitizing the house, the vehicles, anyplace she has been since 7 days before her vet visit on May 29th with the last thing I recommend using an abundance of and that is… bleach. I’m going through about a gallon a day at this point. We even bleached the yard.
I am heartbroken this precious sweet little girl didn’t get the chance to meet her furever family. She was such a mindful animal always looking up when being given direction to see if she’d done well and pleased the person she was with. Like many, she loved toes and people who squirmed when she got their toes even more.
Sam, especially, along with Mom, Dad and us humans in the home are finding a new normal. It’s hard but it is what it is and that I cannot change I can only learn to roll with the punches or get knocked out and that’s not an option. For now I am diving into the garden… As we do I’m going to start addressing some direct questions about my lifestyle changes as we watch how what I’ve changed impacts how #CRPS effects me as the world around me delivers negativity to my door.
How am I faring? Thank you for asking… As with the loss of any beloved pet, emotionally I’m on a rollercoaster at the moment, physically pain is slightly increased and I’m not inflamed overly much. Which in all honesty may be the sugar I’ve been consuming in the form of shit sugar. You know refined white in all kinds of convenient items like soda, candy bars and eating fast food.
I don’t immediately notice the effects of #fallingoffthewagon any more, which is nice because I hate rigidity in life. However, it does catch up to me eventually and generally sooner than later.
I’m gonna end here asking for prayers for an acquaintance who is in the hospital facing life and death decisions.
Blessings be upon you and your’s.