[Dayswalters]

When I was 15 I was given a Pekinese-poodle mix because he had been born with a birth defect. His rib cage did not close completely in the front. The person did not want to care for him and he became my "Peanut" because with his birth defect, that's just what he looked like. A few weeks later he became very ill and when I took him to the vet, they said he had Parvo. This was in 1984 when Parvo had an almost 100% mortality rate. The vet said he would not make it because he had so much already against him. I took him home and talked to my mom. She told me we could only do what we would do for any of our sick animals (I lived in a farm). He received honey and water every two hours, we eventually added in vitamins to the mix along with rice water and homemade chicken broth. For two weeks, I though he would die. He was so weak he could not lift his head or go to the bathroom on his own. Then one day he lifted his head to look at me when I came to feed him and his tail flopped up and down twice. I had hope! We began adding some mushed chicken and veggies to his mix and he got stronger. After two months he was running around and playing with our other dog. He never grew another inch. His paws and ears stayed too big for his body and his coat grew long in some place and short in other but he was the most loving dog I ever had. He lived to be 12 years old. Complications from his birth defect were what took his life. I'll pray for your baby. As a vet once told me, "Love can do things that medicine cannot."