Never give up without a fight...
Kindly sent by Ginny Patterson Animal Communicator & Healer
A personal account of how Reiki healing and animal communication healing helped a horse called Tom
Tom is not a sickly horse, for those of you that know him he is a big strong lad & nothing ever gets him down. When Tom got sick in February of this year, it was a great shock to us both. As time has passed I believe that Tom knew that this was coming, but obviously couldn’t tell me.
He was at home for a little over a day, before he was sent to New Market, & that’s when it hit me how poorly he really was. It didn’t even cross my mind at the time that he may not be coming home. Even when Tom was cross tied in his stable on a drip, we both put a brave face on it all to the world, but behind closed doors it was a different story.
When I had a call to say Tom was being sent to New Market, my big brave exterior crumbled. My little man was poorly sick, but for Tom I had to be strong. That day had to be one of the worst days of my life. The drive down there just seemed to take forever, but all I could think that Tom was going to be just fine. When we arrived, Tom bounced off the lorry like nothing was wrong. The staff at Rossdales where fantastic & Tom was in his element, surrounded by lots of people fussing round him.
It sounds awful, but all I wanted to do was just leave him there & go, but the staff made me stay until they had examined him & discussed what they where going to do with him. Surgery was most certainly on the agenda, but they didn’t know when it would be if at all. I said my goodbyes to Tom & gave him a big cuddle & left. It wasn’t goodbye, it was more of a see you later little man.
When I got back to the yard, there weren’t many people about fortunately as without Tom I wasn’t big & brave any more. I knew he wasn’t there, & collecting his stuff to take home was really hard. Bang on 9pm that evening, the phone rang. Tom was on his way to the operating theatre as he had got worse. Needless to say I was in bits, but at 12 they called to say that Tom was up & tucked back up in bed.
Andy & I went to see him the next day & my very good friend Tricia met us there too. Tom was in intensive care attached to a rather large drip, he even managed a little chuckle when we walked in. Despite having a major operation, just hours before he looked remarkably well. The surgeon appeared a little while later to discuss Tom with us. It wasn’t looking good; Tom had a 25% chance of survival.
Andy had the flu that weekend and was laid up in bed, so that helped to take my mind off things a little. By Monday, I was as sick as a parrot too. I had whittled & worried about Tom so much I had run myself into the ground. Every waking hour, all I could think of was him as a close family friend, had advised me to use colour therapy to help soothe his tummy.
On the Monday, I got the call to go back to New Market. Tom had impacted again. Andy was still sick, but he came to pick me up from work & whisked me off to Tom. We had a lengthy chat with the surgeon about Tom & I had to make the decision of do or die. In their eyes there was only one choice to be made. Did they shoot him or inject him? I knew it wasn’t right, even when I saw him. He was in so much pain he had to be sedated, but I knew I wanted him to have the operation. The surgeons didn’t think he would make it to the table though.
When they took Tom to prep him ready for his next operation, I gave him a big hug, told how much I loved him & told him I would see him soon. Even Andy said see you later. I knew I had made the right decision, when that little twinkle appeared back in his eye. Half way through the op we where asked if we wanted to carry on or not. Tom was doing fine, but he still had to recover from the anesthetic. Of course I said yes & told them he would be fine. A couple of hours later, Tom was on his way back to his stable, robbing hay en route! All the time I was waiting for him I imagined that his tummy had a soothing green liquid running through.
Again the next few hours where going to be critical. Hours turned into days, & Tom showed little improvement, some days where better than others, then his wound broke down. Tom’s twinkle never disappeared though & for the next 2 weeks I visited him everyday. Long term prognosis wasn’t great & I had decided that if things hadn’t improved by the weekend that was it.
I had advised a different vet of my decision, and she was going to speak to Tom’s surgeon on my behalf. Deep down, I knew I couldn’t do it, but I had made my decision & I had even picked his casket for cremation. When I called the next day, I spoke to the surgeon who had been dealing with Tom’s case & he advised that Tom could come home at the weekend, in the flesh, not in a casket!
At the time, I didn’t know Tom had been sent home to die. In my eyes, Tom had been sent home to recuperate. It was wonderful having him back despite having to deal with an open wound which had broken down, a sheath the size of a rugby ball, with 3 ulcers on & enough drugs to open our own pharmacy.
I never stopped soothing his tummy in my mind though even when he was home. He needed me even more. Due to the nature of the operation, internal adhesions will cause colic. Those first few weeks when Tom came home where spent walking him about or just sitting with him in his stable, when he was suffering. Every weekend he had an attack of colic. I kept believing he was going to be ok & kept telling him what where going to do when he was better. Tom has a picture of us in his stable as inspiration, something for him to aim for. I was always told to reach for the stars, so Tom should be no different.
Emma Overend was Tom’s first visitor when he came home, as obviously he had been on his back on the table, so something was bound to be out. Emma cried with relief when she saw him & asked if her friend Ginny could visit. Emma explained that Ginny was a reiki healer. Tom has had reiki before, so I said yes, I was open to any suggestions to make him well again.
Ginny visited him that day & also gave him crystal healing. I didn’t know that she could speak to him to until I called her later to see how she had got on with the healing. Ginny was still crying, despite leaving Tom a couple of hours previous. Anyone who heals animals or humans knows the golden rule is to never open up yourself to their emotions. In Tom’s case, Ginny had no choice, he was a mess emotionally.
Tom is so matter of fact when he talks, to this day I still chuckle at his first words to Ginny; ‘I nearly died you know’ He then went onto say what he had been through, about his out of body experience & how grateful he was to still be with me. He couldn’t put into words how to thank me & kept saying how much he loved me. When Ginny went to leave, he thanked her for her time & apoligised for his behaviour. ‘I’m not normally like this you know’. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing to start with, but I could imagine Tom saying it though. Ginny arranged to come & see him again the following week.
When Ginny arrived, I made it quite clear, that I was skeptical about the whole communication thing. Tom soon proved me wrong, he communicated that when he was in hospital, I told him that as long as he comes home he could be as naughty as he liked as long as he come home. That was just between me & Tom; another thing was that I kept telling him about a particular cross country course that I wanted to go to when he was better.
Despite being poorly, Tom never lost his twinkle & his sense of humour, when talking to Ginny. He always had some gossip about the other horses on the yard & predicted all sorts of things that where going to happen, not just to him but to me too.
Being able to talk to Ginny has helped Tom so much as he has been able to tell her what hurts & what he needs. It has given me a renewed hope & he has confirmed that by following my gut instincts that I have done the right thing. The healing has been of a great help too, & as Tom & I are so close, I get the healing too.
This past year has been really hard for both of us in more ways than one, but with Ginny’s help Tom & I have become even stronger than before. I have learnt some valuable lessons this year. The main one being never give up without a fight. I think Tom is living proof of that though & I hope that he is an inspiration to others.
Tom & I wish to take this opportunity to thank everyone from the bottom of our hearts, who have helped us both in one way or another. Words are just not enough to express our thanks.
But the biggest thanks have to go to Andy as he has put up with us both through everything, bought me food & hot drinks all times of the night & day, whizzed me off to various places at the drop of a hat, mopped my tears & never complained once about the continuous vet bills.
Jenni & Tom
In the near future we hope to write a book about our experiences, so that others can see that miracles do happen….
Kindly sent by Ginny Patterson Animal Communicator & Healer
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