Xena on Saturday 1st September 2012 enjoying a long walk around The River Frome.
Xena's Story Final Part (3)
I decided to take her off
her tablets. I thought long and hard about the decision. I spoke to the vet who
said that she may go at any time from internal bleeding, that she would have a
bleed in her brain or her stomach. He did not expect her to live more than two
weeks. I knew I would lose her but I wanted her to have two good weeks if I
could rather than another miserable few months or years. I looked into
homeopathic remedies for dogs and as I had also recently started on a new life
path for myself of holistic therapies I decided to learn reiki so that I could
treat her.
I put her on Arnica and I
treated her everyday with reiki. I brought in an experienced reiki lady who I
met whilst learning reiki and she treated her. I took her off wheat and
chemicals and only bought natural food for her. I treated her as if every day
was her last and boy was she happy! I thought each day about it being her last
day. I hated to leave her alone because I was convinced I would come home to
find her dead. She had a habit of sleeping upside down with her legs in the air
and snoring loudly. I kept waking and if I did not hear her snoring I would
panic and call out her name. She used to jump up out of a deep sleep as if to
say 'What!! Whats wrong?' I tried to make every day a good day to die. It
sounds so morbid but I just wanted her to have a great last day.
As I am sure you are aware
by the time scale and the start of the story. She is still around eight years
later - yep - eight years. No one told her she was supposed to die from it - we
just let her do her thing. After a couple of months I stopped worrying because
it seemed like the right decision. She had a few good months and that was ok by
me. Then it was a good year, a good couple of years and now it's a good life.
Of course, she was spoilt rotten and you can't do a thing with her now! Her
favourite hobby is barking and she just loves to do it. Mad as a ship's cat, but
then I think she always was.
It is hard to play god,
which is what we are to our animals. It is hard to decide to allow an animal to
die if that is what is right? Who are we to say? We can only try and listen to
what they are saying. Don't try and put words and thoughts into their heads
they speak with energy. If you listen carefully and sit with your pet you can
feel the energy and you will know the right choice for the animal you love. It
is not always right to try and keep them alive just because we will miss them
so desperately.
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