It was in the vineyards. Ezra, our Labrador Retriever, was playing with his dog friends — just like he always does, with full commitment, regardless of the consequences. At some point, he let out a short yelp. Short. And then he continued playing.
What we didn't know: He had torn himself on barbed wire. 20 centimeters long. Open. And because Ezra is an Indian — Indians don't feel pain — he just licked it a little more than usual. We noticed it too late.
By the time we got to the vet, the wound was already infected. A subcutaneous infection (when bacteria spread under the skin and destroy tissue — you hear it as a crackling or rustling sound under the skin) had spread. The vet scolded us. Rightly so. Immediately: surgery, anesthesia, IV fluids, antibiotics. All at once. After the operation, he was weak, on pain medication, with a shaved leg and cannula (you never know), super needy, always wanted to be on my lap, so we made our camp on the floor.
What was in his little dog body: anesthetics, antibiotics, inflammatory residues, germs from the wound, and a lot of cortisol(the stress hormone that is released during pain, fear, and exhaustion and which the liver then has to break down). His body needed to detoxify. And for that, we gave him zeolite. Daily. Consistently. Lots of petting, more gentle touch, sending him energy, and starting to cook fresh food. That's how it was. Slowly but surely, he grew stronger again.
Today, Ezra is 6 years old, always and everywhere with us, the scar has healed. What remained were hardened areas where the scar was, which he licks, the story, and I hope not an exaggerated but an appropriate careful look. Because we simply overlooked the long cut. This story made it very clear to me: Every medical treatment is an intervention in the body. And the body then needs support in detoxifying. And regenerating.
