Last week at this time, I witnessed my son cradle & carry our beloved dog, Dante, down two flights of stairs with tears streaming from his eyes. He’d just received a call from Boundary Bay Veterinary Specialty Hospital. Results from the tests were in. Dante needed surgery immediately. My son advised me to say my goodbyes because it didn’t look good. We loaded our dog into the truck. And while my son was readying himself, I had a quiet moment with Dante. I looked him in the eye and told him if he needed to leave us, he was free to go. But if he wanted to stay, I’d do everything in my power to support his journey. It wasn’t until they drove away, that I could feel Dante’s desire to live. It took the absence of his physical body for me to connect with his spirit because I was so emotionally entangled with the love I have for this dog.
So, what was the first thing I did?
I emailed Jimmy and said please add these prayers to my Daily Prayer list. Dante needs our help.
I will never in a million years underestimate the reassurance that that simple act brought me. To know that Spirit has my back holds me upright when I’d rather topple over. And to know how to “fish” is a GodSend.
Immediately out of surgery, Dante’s surgeon said there was a moment on the table when our dog’s blood pressure dropped and they thought they’d lost him. But he came back. The doc said that Dante must be one tough dog because it’s remarkable he even made it to surgery in the first place. I expressed my profound gratitude for his expertise and told him that while he was doing his thing, I was doing my thing … I was in prayer. He said: “Keep praying.”
If you don’t know how to pray in this day and age then you’re in trouble. I mean that most sincerely. It’s a spiritual technology that every human needs to use.
12 hours post op the doc reported that our dog was doing “better than can be expected at this stage.”
16 hours post op the doc asked my son to come in and help out. Dante wasn’t having anyone touch him or feed him or help him. The doc said what our dog needed now was to know the sun was going to rise in the morning and he needed to eat. My son fed him. Loved him. And I stayed at home and prayed for him all the while keeping Jimmy updated on our progress.
72 hours later Dante was home!
Day 5 Dante lifted himself up onto the sofa bed where my son is camped out in the livingroom with him (stairs are an issue) and cuddled up next to the love of his life.
Today is Day 7 and it’s my son’s 21st birthday. And it’s the happiest day of our lives!
Thank you, Jimmy. Daily Prayers is the most useful, immediate and inspired service and my family is infinitely appreciative! And thank you also to our community of FisherWo/men (can I call us that?) for this beloved family of awakened and helpful humans. NEVER underestimate the power of love and prayer! Blessed BE.
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