Our pets can hold a thousand lessons if we just know how to read their messages.  The recent lesson our year-old Polar Labrador, Willow, put on display is something humans should/could apply.  Here’s what Willow had to say, in her own words:

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Recently I was taken to a local doctor’s office (vet clinic) where they gave me pills that made me feel quite groggy.  When I woke from this temporary state of slumber, I had two puncture incisions near my belly button that housed a few stitches.  I think humans call this a spay surgery.  After a few hours, and tranquilizers, my Mom was called to come and pick me up and take me home.  It was quite a feat to climb the steps leading to the back of the SUV for my ride, but I managed, with a thud into a slumbering position once again.  When we arrived home, Mom had to summon help to get me from the car to the house, as I was far too groggy to travel down the steps out of the car on my own.  Mom rolled me over onto a large towel where she and the assistant at hand carried me into the house with the towel being the gurney.  Weighing in at 75 lbs., Mom was thinking I was one heavy load! Whew!  Made it home.

The next few days were met with an air-filled ring around my neck. I think humans call these cones or donuts.  Ewh, I did not like having my head restricted!  When Mom offered food, I ate a few bites but nothing substantial; morning echoed the same.  I just could not get comfortable, so Mom slept on the floor with me for a couple of nights making sure I felt safe and attempting to sooth my whining.  Who can be comfortable with all this garb on around your neck, and the oversized t-shirt that covered the length of my chest.  Humans!

The doctor sent home some medications for me to take. I don’t mind the anti-inflammatory, but those other concoctions are a bit much, and Mom said she was only giving me a fraction of what was prescribed.  I would whine when given those anxiety medications.  This anti-anxiety medication was creating more anxiety! UGH!  My tummy would growl and bubbles churned, eventually developing an odd smell that seeped from under my tail!  Yuck!

I spent the next couple of days taking several naps.  By day 4 I had enough pills and decided to refuse my food, which I normally love the lamb and white fish with fresh sweet potato and applesauce Mom makes for me.  Word is, Labradors love their food, but something just wasn’t making me feel well.  Mom would offer fresh fruit, shaved coconut or a cookie now and then and I would eat it.  My appetite was compromised and I just didn’t feel like eating the food being offered.  By the 5^th morning post-surgery, Mom offered the best thing ever for my breakfast.  No pills or potions, just a bowl of fresh fruits.  Apple, banana, blueberries, strawberries, mango.  This entrée I gobbled up!  Mom also mixed some essential oils for relaxation and put a drop or two on my leg.  Then it was time for a short nap.  Your friend, Willow.

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Dogs instinctively know when they should restrict foods, what foods would be beneficial for a given situation.  Humans have a habit of following man-made ideas when it comes to eating after the body encounters a stressful situation.  Fresh fruits help the body eliminate the toxic residue left from anesthesia, antibiotics and pain medications.  Giving the body a leg-up and opportunity for a speedier recovery from procedures might be had when fresh fruit takes priority over heavier, favorite meals.

Genesis 2:16-17:  And the Lord God commanded the man, saying, “Of every tree of the garden you may freely eat (apple, banana, avocado, olive, pear, peach…); but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil (reports that come out over the internet, in journals or doctors’ offices) you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat of it you shall surely die (damage to the Soul).” NKJ (Interpretations added)

To Your Health,

Jill

Harvest of Healing, LLC

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