I got a call today from a man named Frank. Retired, he lives in rural Ohio with his wife and 4 dogs. He wanted to talk about spot flea treatment. They live on a large property where the dogs can run free, but Max is usually with Frank. A few months ago Frank was injured. Through a series of tests, it was determined he would have to go into the hospital for surgery. He was there for weeks and hated the food. When Frank arrived home he was not mobile. He spent most of his days stuck in bed on pain killers he hated taking and Max was right beside him. A few weeks ago, Frank realized Max was acting strange. He was dragging his left rear leg and he looked like he was in pain. Frank asked his wife to take Max to the vet. He wanted to know what was going on with his 5 year young Doberman. He knew it couldn’t wait.
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When Frank woke up from his groggy nap a few days ago, his wife stood before him in tears. She said, “there is nothing they could do”. Frank explained to me exactly as she explained to him, and in his voice I could hear him living it all over again. “They put Max through a series of tests. They did an MRI because they didn’t see anything on the X Ray. They found a tumor on his neck between his shoulder blades.” As Frank cried, he told me that it was his fault. Frank thinks he killed his best friend Max, who didn’t get to live long enough. Frank told me how he called the vet and cussed him out for selling him chemical flea treatment to put on his dog. Frank said the tumor was in the exact location where he applied spot flea treatment on Max’s neck for 5 years. The vet stood firm that there was no proof of that claim. The vet didn’t appreciate it or offer his condolences. The call ended and Frank is officially looking for a new vet. Frank ponders the notion that vets must love animals, but something is wrong if they can’t admit these pesticides are harmful. Sobbing, he asks how they can keep doing this to dogs like Max? He was so young. I told Frank that I didn’t know, but I was very sorry and very sad for him.
Frank said, “I just called to tell you what happened to Max. I knew you would understand. I talked to you a few months ago before my surgery.” After a pause, “I’m sorry. I just needed to tell someone who cares as much as I do… that my Max is gone. I had to share his story… because I can’t bare to think of… other animals… being poisoned.” Frank told me he came across Wondercide last fall. He recalled being hesitant to “go green” at his age, but was tired of all the pesticides and thought it “just makes sense”. After our first conversation, Frank started using Wondercide on his property and 4 dogs. Now, Frank will use Wondercide on his 3 dogs.
Our thoughts and hearts are with you. Max the Doby & Frank the Man.
contributed by Wondercide Founder, Stephanie Boone
