"KING'S NEEDS..."
I had a neighbour lined up, to take care of King, but I realised that it wouldn't be long before whomever took King would soon start failing to keep King as healthy as possible. They would miss his schedule, they would feed him too much, or the wrong foods, at the wrong times, they would exercise him too much, schedule him badly, they might expose him to stress, and so on. And then, gas would twist his stomach, and King would die an extremely painful death. About the most painful death a dog can experience.
But I did write up a little thing for such a neighbour, earlier on. It turned out that my dog did recently get over-exercised, and apparently fed some kind of chicken sandwich or something, and so he became ill, and this kept me from getting well and getting more done. I finally decided to put King to sleep. I knew that either a new owner, or a new move, would be too much for both of us to deal with. Sad, but unfortunately true. If I didn't have CFS, I wouldn't have had to put him to sleep, at this point. But, then again, I wouldn't be in this situation, in the first place, would I?
I took the dog to the vet three months ago, by my own choice. At that time, King weighed 49 pounds. The vet - and others - were totally signed off on my protocol for the dog. A few extra things were prescribed, but it was agreed that King was in good shape, for an old dog, and at least he was not fat, bloating and collapsing in pain(!) So - everything went fine. Then my sister made a false report to Animal Services, based on a lie that I starve my dog. And, since she reads my journal, and knows that walking my dog and feeding my dog - erratically - will make my dog sick, she shows up and walks and feeds my dog. THEN she proceeds to complain to Animal Services again. Looks pretty deliberate, and even retaliatory to me.
Symptoms:
1 - Painful gas
2 - System slow-downs
3 - Pacing, insomnia
4 - Need to sleep, sleep, sleep
5 - Increased anxiety or hyper-attention
6 - Fear of abandonment, hyper-sensitivity to noise etc.
7 - Brain fog, wooziness, etc.
8 - Symptoms occur 1-2 days after exertion, stress or schedule disruptions
Correlated human CFS relapse symptomology:
1 - Bad gut biota attends every relapse, of any sort
2 - System slow-downs
3 - Unsettledness, insomnia
4 - Need to sleep, sleep, sleep
5 - Increased anxiety or hyper-attention
6 - Fear, anxiety, hyper-sensitivity to noise etc.
7 - Brain fog, wooziness, etc.
8 - Symptoms occur 1-2 days after exertion, stress or schedule disruptions
Anyway, I had already decided to take him to the vet, again. (By the time we got there, we had managed to push back this latest relapse of his - but not so much my own latest relapse). So, the second visit to a vet, just yesterday, weighed King in at what - the exact same weight as before - 49 pounds! So, this thing about him suddenly losing weight? Not true. This thing about him being locked a cellar? A complete lie. Him not getting enough nutrition - another fabrication. There was some other lie in there. I'll remember it later.
[Oh - the other lie? She knew I was MOVING and so she came prepared to look for "BAD LVING CONDITIONS!!!" - i.e., BOXES].
The difference between the last visit to the vet, and this visit to the vet, was simply, and only, MY CHOICE. I decided to put the dog to sleep. I was not forced by any other circumstance, other than the realities I spoke above above. The considerations I spoke of above. For someone, whom some of my sisters complain is so, "obstinate!" I'd like them to explain to me what the hell they are talking about? When all they do is insist I do everything THEIR WAY. Even if their way is completely riddled with lies and mistakes and absurdities and what have you.
So, the only difference was the difference in my own choice, last time, versus this time. I was able to give King a very kind, trouble-free passing - a lot easier passing than most his poops. I don't feel too bad about it. I miss him greatly, especially now that the more emotional part of my brain is recovering from that (CFS) experience. It wasn't necessary, though. I realise that we have been living in a very artificial environment, full of conceited humans, and this was one of many factors in MY CHOICE.
Again: Just as healthy this visit, as he was during the last visit. And all Animal Services cared about was that I fulfill the latest request for him to see a vet. They were;t interested in having him put to death, in the slightest. No one coerced me into this choice. It was my choice, and my choice alone. He was my best friend, and my friend alone. It was what was best for him, and him alone - (taking my health into consideration, in the process).
So, like the WEF trying to swoop down and parasite any damn trend it sees? Don't fall for false idols swooping in to say that I have been cruel to my dog, and was therefore forced to put him to sleep. That's not what happened here. And no power emanates from this incident to anyone else other than my own spiritual path, and relationship with my dog. That's where the power started, and that's where the power stays. Vampires can all climb back into their boxes.
So - here is that little thing that I wrote for the nighbour - or his father - who had volunteered to take King, either temporarily or permanently, howsoever I might choose. I didn't choose that. I chose a road less travelled...
This is a rough schedule of King, especially focusing on his health needs.
King has had some kind of issue with gas, (and sometimes with wanting to go take a piss outside very early in the morning). The gas must be kept in check, or else it will move him towards bloat, which can kill a dog. So, the way I deal with this, is:
I take him out for a poop at around 7:45am, right before morning dinner-time. If he produces no poop, then his dinner is smaller - like a boiled egg + a can of (no-oil) sardines + some wet dog food, into which I insert various anti-gas pills, and such.
Yes to poop? Then yes to a big dinner! But no extra carbs, (other than a few veggies), and no added oil or liquids, and no kibbles, and definitely no chicken - all bad for him, (can encourage bloat). Mostly an egg + a good amount of canned dog foods (no chicken) + a good amount of fish and such.
The same thing happens right before afternoon dinner, around 1:45pm.
[If he doesn't poop for two days in a row, then the next dinner is smaller - like a can of sardines plus egg, etc. However, this seldom happens. If it does, poop usually occurs later in the day, before dinner #2. Then its super fun, big dinner time. Phew!]
Seriously, this is important, to avoid great distress overnight, great pain, and possibly bloat. If he looks too skinny, sometimes, at least he is alive, and also getting good nutrition. As professionals have agreed, it is better for an older dog to be a little underweight than overweight. I have experienced this to be true.
The other things in his dinner - like digestive enzymes and probiotics - along with anti-gas / therapy - appears to be improving his health and stamina, more and more, albeit with a lot of ups and downs along the way.
If this seems like a lot of work, well maybe other ways can be found to deal with his issues. However, this routine has become pretty easy.
After said dog returned from a month of being at doggie camp, he came back with PTSD - and this is also when his illness was the worst. Regarding his illness: I do believe he must have the pet version of what I have, which is CFS. A very stress-reactive, nerve-rattling illness. So, these things combined, mean that, sometimes, things that surprise him or startle him, might cause him to yelp like a small dog. Maybe a small dog once bullied him, or maybe he is imitating a small dog who he saw being bullied. At doggie camp.
One thing I do to help eliminate bloat, is to pace his water intake over the day. And, I keep the meals separated - no snacks in between. This helps prevent bad biota from continuing to fester, as food passes.
So, here is the schedule I have been keeping for him...
NEVER GOT AROUND TO PUTTING THAT TOGETHER. STILL MIGHT. BECAUSE IT WAS A THING.
I'll write of King's passing soon. He knew it was coming. The post will probably be called, "King Knew."
But I did write up a little thing for such a neighbour, earlier on. It turned out that my dog did recently get over-exercised, and apparently fed some kind of chicken sandwich or something, and so he became ill, and this kept me from getting well and getting more done. I finally decided to put King to sleep. I knew that either a new owner, or a new move, would be too much for both of us to deal with. Sad, but unfortunately true. If I didn't have CFS, I wouldn't have had to put him to sleep, at this point. But, then again, I wouldn't be in this situation, in the first place, would I?
I took the dog to the vet three months ago, by my own choice. At that time, King weighed 49 pounds. The vet - and others - were totally signed off on my protocol for the dog. A few extra things were prescribed, but it was agreed that King was in good shape, for an old dog, and at least he was not fat, bloating and collapsing in pain(!) So - everything went fine. Then my sister made a false report to Animal Services, based on a lie that I starve my dog. And, since she reads my journal, and knows that walking my dog and feeding my dog - erratically - will make my dog sick, she shows up and walks and feeds my dog. THEN she proceeds to complain to Animal Services again. Looks pretty deliberate, and even retaliatory to me.
Symptoms:
1 - Painful gas
2 - System slow-downs
3 - Pacing, insomnia
4 - Need to sleep, sleep, sleep
5 - Increased anxiety or hyper-attention
6 - Fear of abandonment, hyper-sensitivity to noise etc.
7 - Brain fog, wooziness, etc.
8 - Symptoms occur 1-2 days after exertion, stress or schedule disruptions
Correlated human CFS relapse symptomology:
1 - Bad gut biota attends every relapse, of any sort
2 - System slow-downs
3 - Unsettledness, insomnia
4 - Need to sleep, sleep, sleep
5 - Increased anxiety or hyper-attention
6 - Fear, anxiety, hyper-sensitivity to noise etc.
7 - Brain fog, wooziness, etc.
8 - Symptoms occur 1-2 days after exertion, stress or schedule disruptions
Anyway, I had already decided to take him to the vet, again. (By the time we got there, we had managed to push back this latest relapse of his - but not so much my own latest relapse). So, the second visit to a vet, just yesterday, weighed King in at what - the exact same weight as before - 49 pounds! So, this thing about him suddenly losing weight? Not true. This thing about him being locked a cellar? A complete lie. Him not getting enough nutrition - another fabrication. There was some other lie in there. I'll remember it later.
[Oh - the other lie? She knew I was MOVING and so she came prepared to look for "BAD LVING CONDITIONS!!!" - i.e., BOXES].
The difference between the last visit to the vet, and this visit to the vet, was simply, and only, MY CHOICE. I decided to put the dog to sleep. I was not forced by any other circumstance, other than the realities I spoke above above. The considerations I spoke of above. For someone, whom some of my sisters complain is so, "obstinate!" I'd like them to explain to me what the hell they are talking about? When all they do is insist I do everything THEIR WAY. Even if their way is completely riddled with lies and mistakes and absurdities and what have you.
So, the only difference was the difference in my own choice, last time, versus this time. I was able to give King a very kind, trouble-free passing - a lot easier passing than most his poops. I don't feel too bad about it. I miss him greatly, especially now that the more emotional part of my brain is recovering from that (CFS) experience. It wasn't necessary, though. I realise that we have been living in a very artificial environment, full of conceited humans, and this was one of many factors in MY CHOICE.
Again: Just as healthy this visit, as he was during the last visit. And all Animal Services cared about was that I fulfill the latest request for him to see a vet. They were;t interested in having him put to death, in the slightest. No one coerced me into this choice. It was my choice, and my choice alone. He was my best friend, and my friend alone. It was what was best for him, and him alone - (taking my health into consideration, in the process).
So, like the WEF trying to swoop down and parasite any damn trend it sees? Don't fall for false idols swooping in to say that I have been cruel to my dog, and was therefore forced to put him to sleep. That's not what happened here. And no power emanates from this incident to anyone else other than my own spiritual path, and relationship with my dog. That's where the power started, and that's where the power stays. Vampires can all climb back into their boxes.
So - here is that little thing that I wrote for the nighbour - or his father - who had volunteered to take King, either temporarily or permanently, howsoever I might choose. I didn't choose that. I chose a road less travelled...
This is a rough schedule of King, especially focusing on his health needs.
King has had some kind of issue with gas, (and sometimes with wanting to go take a piss outside very early in the morning). The gas must be kept in check, or else it will move him towards bloat, which can kill a dog. So, the way I deal with this, is:
I take him out for a poop at around 7:45am, right before morning dinner-time. If he produces no poop, then his dinner is smaller - like a boiled egg + a can of (no-oil) sardines + some wet dog food, into which I insert various anti-gas pills, and such.
Yes to poop? Then yes to a big dinner! But no extra carbs, (other than a few veggies), and no added oil or liquids, and no kibbles, and definitely no chicken - all bad for him, (can encourage bloat). Mostly an egg + a good amount of canned dog foods (no chicken) + a good amount of fish and such.
The same thing happens right before afternoon dinner, around 1:45pm.
[If he doesn't poop for two days in a row, then the next dinner is smaller - like a can of sardines plus egg, etc. However, this seldom happens. If it does, poop usually occurs later in the day, before dinner #2. Then its super fun, big dinner time. Phew!]
Seriously, this is important, to avoid great distress overnight, great pain, and possibly bloat. If he looks too skinny, sometimes, at least he is alive, and also getting good nutrition. As professionals have agreed, it is better for an older dog to be a little underweight than overweight. I have experienced this to be true.
The other things in his dinner - like digestive enzymes and probiotics - along with anti-gas / therapy - appears to be improving his health and stamina, more and more, albeit with a lot of ups and downs along the way.
If this seems like a lot of work, well maybe other ways can be found to deal with his issues. However, this routine has become pretty easy.
After said dog returned from a month of being at doggie camp, he came back with PTSD - and this is also when his illness was the worst. Regarding his illness: I do believe he must have the pet version of what I have, which is CFS. A very stress-reactive, nerve-rattling illness. So, these things combined, mean that, sometimes, things that surprise him or startle him, might cause him to yelp like a small dog. Maybe a small dog once bullied him, or maybe he is imitating a small dog who he saw being bullied. At doggie camp.
One thing I do to help eliminate bloat, is to pace his water intake over the day. And, I keep the meals separated - no snacks in between. This helps prevent bad biota from continuing to fester, as food passes.
So, here is the schedule I have been keeping for him...
NEVER GOT AROUND TO PUTTING THAT TOGETHER. STILL MIGHT. BECAUSE IT WAS A THING.
I'll write of King's passing soon. He knew it was coming. The post will probably be called, "King Knew."