Due to a miscommunication between myself and Michael Johnson, I have (luckily) been sent three extra signed HEALING SHINE books!
Of course, I told Michael of the error and he graciously told me to ‘SELL ‘EM’ for the Bucket Fund.
I know that many of you wanted this fabulous book… so here is another chance. There are 3 available. If the link takes you to the Bucket Fund page, that means that these 3 books are gone.
However, if they are all sold out, you can always purchase your own copy at Michael’s website.
I NEED A HOTLINE FOR CARETAKERS OF CHRONICALLY ILL HORSES.
I’m guessing that many of you know what it is like to take care of a chronically ill person or horse.
I have great empathy for your plight.
Taking care of a sick person/beloved pet is very stressful. Ups and Downs. Highs and Lows.
For me, I have a good day if Tess is having a good day.
But then again, I always pretend I’m having a good day – for her sake. Sometimes that is the most difficult thing…
Daily, I tell her how beautiful she is and how strong she is and how she has the ability to heal herself – even if I am not believing it.
Sometimes I have to go back into the house and give myself a pep talk.
TODAY, I LOST IT.
Tess keeps me strong. She is such a trooper. Every day, she keeps on fighting.
But, yesterday, after 5 rounds of maggots, she was fatigued.
She didn’t want me to touch her foot. She was pissy and unhappy and had pinny ears.
OK… I can deal with a bad day…
But, when I went to the barn this morning, she was still down. I approached her and she had that same expression.
My heart sunk.
Is this the day she quits? I could feel my emotions welling inside me.
I kept telling myself that people who are ill have bad days and they sometimes treat their caretakers very badly.
She was treating me badly.
I wasn’t sure what to do. I felt helpless and fearful.
I had to get a handle on my emotions.
I FELL APART IN HUBBY’S ARMS
The pain, frustration and hours of fear that had been building up over these past months came cascading out of me.
I fell into a heap in Hubby’s arms.
I cried. A lot. Sobbed.
And then I became angry.
I did not want my emotional breakdown to mean that we were defeated.
I didn’t want my doubt and fear to hurt her chances. I didn’t want my emotion to seep into her ability to believe she was going to get better.
I had to change my attitude. I had to do everything I could to turn this around.
OPEN THE CHATLINE TO THE HORSEGODS, PLEASE.
I marched to the barn and sat down next to her.
Through sobs, I begged the Horsegods to call in a favor.
I begged and demanded that they listen to me.
I looked at my girl, straight in her big eyes, and I told her that I was not going to let her die of this. She could go, and she could even go soon if she wanted, but not because of this founder.
I bargained with the Horsegods and offered up anything they wanted in exchange for a miracle.
I put my hands on her hoof.
…Part of me felt ridiculous and another part of me felt empowered…
I did my best to channel gold and white flying colors – picturing the crystal clean white sparkly shine of uninfected bone. I wrapped her coffin bone in gold ribbons and used every trick I have ever learned to engulf her foot in healing energy.
Mama Tess fixed her eyes on me the entire time.
And then I had a heart to heart with her.
I reminded her of all the promises I had made to her throughout her life. I had kept my end of the bargain. Now, I needed her to fight through this and recover so that other horses could benefit from what we have learned. Please my girl, please.
I kissed her and told her that she was beautiful and strong.
I had begged, bargained, demanded and pleaded my case. I called upon the Horsegods to step in and help. I used my body as a conduit and then I told her that we had to do this – together.
And then I left the barn.
Somehow, the Horsegods Hotline made me feel better.
A FEW HOURS LATER…
A few hours later, I went back into the barn. MT had been up and had wandered all around the barn, eating the food I had spread out for her.
When I went back to feed her dinner, she was also up and waiting.
At 8pm, I administered her meds. She was bright and got up when she saw me.
I’m not saying she is healed, but perhaps both of our souls had some healing this evening.
I dunno, but I am holding onto the power of Horsegods.
Please, horsegods, please.
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