July 6, 2010
The secret of flea medications
Say hello again to Hoddie, the formerly dying Chihuahua who got a clean bill of health from the vet on Monday. A week or so ago blood tests revealed a cancer that prevented her blood from clotting, and the vet also showed Jennifer the large tumor in the dog's mouth. He said they could take her to an animal hospital emergency room immediately for chemotherapy, pay $7000, and end up with the same inevitable result: a dead dog. So they took her home and babied her and watered her with tears and alternated the small quilts I'd made for her and Larry, swapping them out every time she sneezed a storm of blood everywhere.
She was sick every single day last week, and then Sunday she wasn't quite as sick, and then Monday the tumor was gone and her blood test results were normal. Her vet, who is in his mid-70s, said he's never seen such a thing before.
I don't believe in miracles, and if I did this situation would infuriate me, because the world is full of human beings who need a real live miracle more than Hoddie, no matter how dear a dog she is. I believe in bio-chemistry, and the steroids that invigorated her enough to eat again and allowed enough time for the toxicity to get out of her system.
The vet still doesn't think the flea product Jennifer used caused the problem, but he did tell her the difference between bobo brands and the expensive ones. The cheap products leave out the ingredient that inhibits the chemicals from entering the dog's blood stream. And that, we believe, is what combined with Hoddie's particular body chemistry to nearly kill her -- "nearly" being the critical word.