Parvo strikes fear in the heart of a dog owner.  It is most prevalent in puppies.  By the time the pup shows symptoms of illness, it can be too late to treat.  Parvo can sweep through a puppy population, seemingly overnight, and every pup can die.  There are treatments available through your vet which can be quite costly.  Until now.

The vet I work for claims that he has a cure for parvo, and that he has lost only nine cases of parvo since he began practicing in 1974.  I got to see him prove his point last week.  This case involves a five month old stray, which was trapped by me, vaccinated at the vet, and relinquished to the local shelter.  I did not know that the shelter director had resigned, and that the shelter had slipped back into its old, sloppy ways of inadequate cleanup and sanitizing.  They called me one week later to inform me that the pup had tested positive for parvo and couldn’t stay there.  I knew that meant I had to get the pup out or they would euthanize him. 

A shelter’s typical protocol when dealing with a parvo outbreak is to euthanize all parvo cases.  I told them I needed 15 minutes to form a plan.  Could they wait?  They agreed.

I took a deep breath and cooled my jets, then called Sugar and asked him if he could pick up the pup, bring him to me at the vet’s office for the first in a series of injections, and then take him to my place and put him in the former turtle yard.  He agreed, I called the vet, and the experiment, as far as I was concerned, was about to begin.

Most vets, when dealing with a suspected parvo case, don’t even want the dog in the building.  Parvo is just that contagious, and EVERYTHING has to be sanitized with bleach, and parvovirus can still live in the environment and pop up months later.  Our vet met Sugar and the pup outside.

The pup could only sit and thump his tail weakly.  He made no objections to the injection, a simple conconction of the vet’s own design of penicillin, gentamyacin, dexamethasone, and Vitamin B complex.  We gave 100ml of fluid subcutaneously, and Sugar and the pup went on their way. 

When I got home that evening, the pup was sitting in the turtle yard, leaning lethargically against the shed.  About midnight when I checked on him, he was lying on his back, still thumping his tail in a gentle way, although unable to lift his head.  I knew I’d be digging a hole the next day. 

The next morning he was still in the same position, although still alive.  He was able to get to a standing position, and then fall against the shed wall.  He leaned against the shed while I gave him the next injection and 250ml of fluid.  I planned on digging the hole when I got home that night. 

I checked on him at lunch.  He seemed slightly better, but still couldn’t eat any food.  He should be ravenous, but his insides were probably still raw with pain.  I went back to work, and gave the latest report to the vet.  When I got home that evening, he seemed the same, and I put off digging the hole.

The next morning about 6 AM I was awakened by barking, a barking that I didn’t recognize.  I realized that it was little Pluff in the turtle yard, waking everything within the sound of his voice, like an early morning rooster with a new song to sing.  I gave him the last injection, although it seemed pointless because he seemed cured. 

He is acting normal in every way.  In approximately 40 hours he went from the death list to the top of the class.  I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it for myself.  A simple concoction of common ingredients combined with fluids, and the rest is history. 

(The vet says everyone that he tells doesn’t believe him.  They think he’s a quack.)

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9 Responses to “Parvo!”

  1. Becky Says:

    My, what a wonderful story with a great ending about Pluff, the wannabe rooster, awakening everyone . I almost lost a few tears, especially considering the repeated chorus about digging the hole. Go Pluff, go Ruth, and go Mr. Vet!! 🙂


  2. Kari Says:

    Amen BB!


  3. Leo Says:

    I am not well-versed in the veterinary world to say the least, but are there not publications of some sort that are just begging for stories of miraculous cures? Could not Ruth write a simple research paper dealing with this subject, giving your friendly employer all credit where credit is due, and submit it to several such publications? Your employer may become well-known, if not famous, and his benefactor/employee will be well-rewarded for her well-thought-out article on a new procedure. Wow! I may know someone who shall become a learned author. Well, you can dream can’t you?


  4. Kari Says:

    We are affirming aren’t we?


    • ruthrawls Says:

      Amen, sistah.


      • Becky Says:

        Now that we are back from the wonderful mountains of N.C., I can say I think Kari’s and my acronym should be “R.R.M.A.S.” for either “Ruth Rawls Mutual Admiration Society” or “R.R.M. Amen Sisters”. Just be sure and don’t add another “S.” on the end or we will be the “butt” of an alphabetic joke! 🙂


  5. Becky Says:

    Well, I can’t get this out of my head, and with apologies to Peter, Paul, and Mary, I must sing…

    “Pluff, the rooster doggie, at the swamped RV;
    saved from a sad demise by Sugar, the vet, and Ruthie!!
    Pluff, the rooster doggie, at the swamped RV;
    saved from a sad demise by Sugar, the vet, and

    Where is the old rooster doggie right now anyway?…….And yes, I’ll be here all week. Thank you, thank you very much.


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