Tuesday, 26 March 2013

Pebbles strikes back!

I was just finishing my Tuesday clinic at Potters Bar when the receptionist tapped at my door to say she had a very upset lady on the phone that would like to bring her poorly cat in to see me that afternoon, could I stay on whilst she comes over?
‘Of course I can, I’ll have another cup of tea whilst I wait for her’ I said.
It was a summer day (you remember those don’t you, a day when the sun shines all the time!) so, although the evening was approaching, the daylight still flooded in through the clinic’s glass frontage. As it was Tuesday, Richard Allport, the homeopathic Vet and owner of the clinic, was also in the surgery with many clients coming and going.
I was waiting for the poorly cat by reception, drinking my tea and chatting to the receptionist, when I could see a young lady struggling from her car with a small basket: she walked with certainty towards our door which I opened for her. As the receptionist was busy on the phone the young lady placed the wire basket on the floor beside me, whilst she waited. It was at this point I could see the contents of the basket, at first I thought it was a kitten but soon realised it was a ferret-like creature: rust in colour with a cute, petite face and dark eyes. ‘Well’, I said to the woman, ‘It is the first time I have seen one of those in here, are you here to see Richard?’ ‘No’ the woman replied, ‘I’m here to see the healer, Helen.’ You can imagine the surprise on my face when I realised this was the lady I was waiting for but certainly not the ‘cat’ I was waiting for. ‘Oh’ I said, ‘That’s me’ as I held my hand out to shake hers. ‘Please excuse the shocked look; I thought I was going to see a cat.’ I said ‘She is a polecat’ the lady replied. Now it all became clear, the receptionist, also not used to polecats at the clinic, was sure the lady had said cat.
I showed the young lady (Diane) into my room via the tea machine. As we settled down I asked Diane the polecat’s name, ‘we call her Pebbles’ she replied. I also asked how I should handle Pebbles as I had not come across one before. ‘Oh’, she said ‘just as if you would a small cat, she is very tame and will not bite you.’ Very upset and with tears in her eyes Diane explained that Pebbles had cancer, and the Vet could do no more for her. I was a bit of a last hope for little Pebbles and Diane.
We decided to place Pebbles on the low cabinet top at the edge of the room where I said hello to her. She was a darling, I let her sniff the new surroundings and my hand before I started the healing, Diane was settled on a chair to the left of me where she could see her baby Pebbles and my soothing music was playing in the background. I went into healing mode and placed my hand ever so gently on Pebbles head, barely touching her, as the healing flowed into her she stood still for me. I did my usual introduction for a first healing, making her feel safe and secure, promising I was not going to hurt her. Diane commented on how Pebbles seemed to be enjoying the effect. All seemed well to me in her head, I ran my hand down her tiny body along her back towards her torso, still we seemed okay, no healing needed there, so I carried on down towards her lower back. Simultaneously as I reached her abdomen, I felt a surge of healing enter Pebbles body whilst Pebbles whipped her head around towards my hand: in a split second this docile darling had her sharp teeth into my finger!
Diane half rose from her chair, unsure if she should rescue me from Pebbles’ grip. I stayed motionless, the natural instinct to pull away at the first sing of her mouth heading for me was not there neither was any worry or fear. My emotions remained calm and healing as her teeth pressed either side of my fore-finger with enough pressure to know she had me but not enough to puncture my skin. ‘Okay’ I said to Pebbles calmly and slowly ‘we’ll just stay here a while shall we?’ The three of us were now frozen in time: Diane half standing from her chair, Pebbles bent double with her teeth around my finger and myself motionless waiting for Pebbles to make her mind up.
In my mind I spoke gently to her, again with re-assurance this time I let her know that I was aware of the discomfort and pain in her abdomen, I promised I would not hurt her, that I would make her feel better, all of the time continuing the gentle flow of healing into her tiny body. It felt like three or four minutes unmoving but I suspect it was little more than a minute before the slow motion of Pebbles mouth eased away from my finger, her head returned to her front and she re-assumed her relaxed, still posture. ‘Alright’ I said softly to Pebbles, I’ll carry on now. Diane, looking even more shocked, carefully returned to her seat as silently as possible, not wishing to upset the karma of situation. I continued with Pebbles healing as she relaxed completely, almost asleep.
Once I had finished, Diane and I spoke quietly so as not to disturb Pebbles repose. ‘That was amazing, she has never done that before, are you hurt?’ Diane asked ‘No’ I replied, ‘she was just letting me know not to hurt her there.’
I had to give Diane the news that I felt little Pebbles was riddled with the cancer, I hoped the healing would help with her time left in this life and when the time comes, help her pass swiftly and painlessly. Diane explained how deep down she knew Pebbles did not have long but needed to try everything before giving up on her baby. She thanked me for the obvious good effects the healing made and left the clinic sad and teary. I did not see them again.
For those few moments whilst Pebbles had her grip on me, we had a complete connection with each other, she was well aware of her impending fate but being an animal, very complacent about it as she knew her transition would be to the next life and not into oblivion, her only concern was for the grief of her loving owner, Diane.

Saturday, 16 March 2013

Charlie cat, Hissy-fit

Charlie recovered from his minor operation well and seemed to enjoy being in the kitchen for a while. He knew how to use the litter box and loved meal times, he took to rubbing against my legs when I was preparing his meal and even allowed me to stroke him. It was during one of these rituals that I noticed how sensitive his lower back was when I ran my hand along it; he would spin around to see me off with a peculiar twist of his neck and strange meeow. We soon learned to steer clear of that part of his back all together.

Once Charlie was allowed back out, he had the front door entrance and exit so that we knew when he was in or out and Harry had his usual back door cat flap to use as he pleased. Charlie is a lovely fellow but I have to say he is a little dim; although he had lived in our street all his life he (luckily for Harry) could not figure out the back garden of his new home, sitting patiently instead at the front door until he was let in.

We introduced Harry to Charlie very carefully; they had seen each other through the glass doors but not spoken. Surprisingly it was not the giant white and ginger beast that had the hissy-fit… it was Harry; and quite rightly so I guess, as Charlie was in Harry’s home! It was just a couple of minutes supervised time together at a time, until they managed to be in the same room with no swearing at each other, then we extended the time together. Harry always kept a safe distance, he was well aware of Charlie’s bullying ways on the street. 

I was starting to think the two of them might eventually tolerate each other!


Saturday, 9 March 2013

Poseur Spirit, the Hungarian Circus Pony

Along with the two new girlies on the yard came two new lovable tubby Labradors that are so friendly they have fitted into the group like they have always been there. Whilst Spirit was posing for the girls doing his beautiful ‘show pony’ gestures and flexing his muscles for them the dogs had a nose around their new environment distracting Spirit from his main objective. One of the Labs, called Sandy was so oblivious of Spirit holding his pose like a statue that it came as quite a shock to find the face of the ‘Ginger tormentor’ sniffing at her backside. The poor dog’s back legs seemed to jump quicker than her front ones, ending up in a contorted shocked state in front of Spirit. She need not have worried though, as Spirit was being a good boy that day and just gave her a friendly nudge with his nose. Maybe the girls will have a positive influence on the ginger Hungarian devil ….. then again… maybe not!

Jessica feels Spirit is asking to be worked again and has even considered putting a young rider on him. He has been out with his bridle on and behaves beautifully all be it for a short time.

The bond between Spirit and Blacky has strengthened since Banker passed away so when Blacky managed to seriously damage himself last week and was taken off to hospital, Spirit was devastated. They screamed at each other all the way down the drive until he was out of sight. Thankfully Blacky is recovering and is due home next week, trying to tell Spirit was somewhat tricky; It should have been straight forward, just place my hand on his head and re-assure him that his friend was okay and coming home. Every time I focused on Blacky, Spirit shook himself away from me in a sulk that told me ‘I don’t want to know!’ It was not from lack of care but from wishing to put his head in the sand because he did not want sad news about Blacky. In the end I had to give him a picture of the trailer that took Blacky away, but coming back into the yard. This got his attention so I continued with the video clip in our heads and made sure he could see that it was Blacky coming home again. This, Spirit was content with and was now happy to go about his business as usual.

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