July 30, 2009
Elliot turned eleven in December of 2006. It was around this time, that I began to notice some changes. One night he began to urinate in the living room. He didn’t bother to alert us or anything, he just looked at us and urinated. It almost seemed liked defiance, but he wasn’t that type of dog. The next day I noticed blood streaming out with his urine. I made an appointment with his veterinarian. The vet put Elliot on antibiotics. Two weeks went by and no blood was visible. About a month later, it began again. Same vet, same antibiotics. After the third try, the vet ordered a blood test to see if his liver was healthy. I was a bit confused but I figured “what did I know?” The tests came back normal.
When all of this happened again in June, I opted to change veterinarians. I had spent over one thousand dollars on tests and no one had any answers for me. The new veterinarian put Elliot on more antibiotics and ordered a cat scan to check his bladder. The test revealed that Elliot had a large tumor growing in his bladder. More tests later revealed that the mass was cancerous and had spread to his oral cavity as well.
Elliot was given about six more months of “quality” life, if I obeyed the following rules: 1. Removal of half of his bladder. 2. removal of (half) the lower part of his jaw. 3. Chemotherapy 4. Radiation. What kind of “quality” life includes any of these things, let alone all of them? They explained that my dog would have to urinate extremely frequently and that it would be best to leave him in an area of the house where clean-up would be easy. The absence of most of his lower jaw would cause him to be wet all the time as the saliva would be flowing out constantly. I was told not to worry because dogs and cats do extremely well with chemotherapy and radiation. As I walked out of that office, I was heartbroken. I knew that I would be putting my dog down very soon. My dog had lived a beautiful life until now and I wasn’t about to let him die in agony, with half of his bladder and half of his lower jaw, just so that I could have him for another six months. That’s not love, that’s selfishness.
But Elliot wasn’t suffering. Not yet anyway. I would never have allowed that. I decided to see if there were any other options for him. My search ultimately led me to a holistic food retailer. To my surprise, this place was next door to my veterinarian’s office. A place I had passed a million times but never entered. I explained my situation to the ladies and they began to give me so much hope. One by one, they placed items in a bag and within twenty minutes, I was off with my remedies… A months worth of raw food! Raw food! I could hardly believe it, but it was worth a try.
For the next month I fed Elliot natural supplements, raw dehydrated food, raw meats, raw vegetables, omega rich oils and the dog came back to life. Literally! He began to run again, he could stretch his body out completely. He could chase the cat again, he urinated without straining, his appetite was back, the blood in his urine was gone and I knew that the dog felt good again. I knew he was happy! I noticed the difference within three weeks of changing his food. That’s all! Just his food! My twelve year old dog was five again. It was not chemotherapy or radiation or extreme surgeries that kept his cancer at bay, it was wholesome, proper nutrition.
Elliot was given a maximum of six months with conventional medicine and treatment. We were able to buy him a year of real quality life, naturally. My only regret is, I wished I had known about raw food sooner.
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Thank you for allowing me to share my story,