December, 2007
A DOG’S LIFE…
I travel to Dania Beach every other week to treat a delightful 85-year-old client, a retired teacher, who developed peripheral neuropathy about a year ago. I am convinced that this woman, who has the most wonderful, infectious laugh, has been my grandmother in many lifetimes of my soul’s journey, and it’s a thrill to be reconnecting this time around. We have grown to keenly look forward to our biweekly visits, where we talk, laugh, and swap stories about our lives, while I probe, palpate and manipulate her weary bones.
During a recent healing session, she asked me to take a look at her dog, which had developed a cough and had not eaten for several days. His throat was clearly irritated, and his veterinarian had suggested exploratory surgery. (Have I mentioned, by the way, that I occasionally do healing work on animals?) To make a long story short, I worked on the dog for about 15 or 20 minutes, stroking his throat, talking to him gently, and infusing him with healing energy. The dog certainly understood that I was trying to help – animals relate on an intuitive level and have no preconceptions about healing work. In the midst of this canine healing session, the animal licked my face, as if to say “thank you.”
The next day, my client called to report, between bouts of tears and laughter, that shortly after I left, her beloved mutt perked up, began eating again, and appeared to be his normal, happy, rambunctious self. He’s been fine ever since, and I thought I’d share this unusual tale of healing with you.
