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When I arrived at the family's home, the four dogs squabbled over a bone. The little bitch paid me no attention, as she just seized the bone from the three bigger dogs, and she was enjoying her prize. I was amazed to see her! Unbelievably, she looked almost identical to Riki, another little cross-breed I had for over 18 years, and whom I had lost a year earlier. I went to stroke her, and she went for my hand, fearing I may nick her bone. I instantly knew she was my dog! She had good looks and a great personality, too! In the car on our 14 mile journey home, the little dog turned into an untamable monster, jumped up and down like a monkey all over the seats… and vomited repeatedly until we arrived at home. The next day, she came into season and the first time I left her at home with the other dogs, she turned my staircase carpet into “noodles” and bits of rag were covering the entire hall by the time I returned. I soon found that the sacks of clothes that were still unpacked in the house following our move, she used for her toilet! I became convinced more and more that Sophie, which is the name I gave her, was an exceptionally intelligent dog with a character second to none. With her long legs and nimble body she soon learned to jump in a single leap onto my shoulders whilst we were on our walks, and looked down at other dogs making sure that they saw her being “at the top”. Sophie became the undisputed boss amongst dogs, at home and in the park, and she still holds that position 14 years later. As years passed by, I became even fonder of Sophie, who is with me all the time. At night she rests her head next to mine on “our” pillow, whilst stretching her body alongside mine, just as if she was a child. She loves being hugged. Her behaviour is becoming more human with every day that passes. Sophie's illness and recovery When Sophie was 12 and a half, in July 2005 two years ago, she developed lumps on her breasts and my heart sank when, after the operation, the biopsy report by Abbey Veterinary Services of the 15 th August 2003 revealed that the tumours were adenocarcinoma, a fast growing form of malignant cancer which was not removed completely, and whilst the spread of the cancer into other parts of the body was strongly considered already a possibility. In conventional terms this meant a fast approaching death sentence for Sophie. Three vets at the Woodlands veterinary practice in Cheltenham became involved with Sophie's illness. Mike Cathcart admitted her, Louise Day carried out the surgery, and Greg Simpson discharged her. Based on the biopsy report, Sophie was given 3-6 months to live, at the most. My Divine Spirit Guide Lysseus sees the energies in every molecule of the body, and specifies to the smallest particle any substances needed to correct the existing deficiencies. In nearly all cases a change in the diet with vitamin and mineral supplements provide all that is needed for healing, and that included the healing of Sophie's malignant cancer. Previously Lysseus helped me to heal Sophie of arthritis, and prevent Sophie from developing a heart weakness due to a lifetime cholesterol build up in her arteries. After the cancer discovery, I started intensely nursing and healing Sophie, who was alarmingly losing weight. I was administering special diets at regular intervals 8 times a day, as instructed by Lysseus. I understood from Lysseus that within 3 weeks the progress of the cancer was arrested. This meant that although new cancer cells were still generated, the body's immune system kicked in by reducing the cancer cells at the rate of their growth. This was the first step towards victory over Sophie's cancer. Further Dhaxem healing within the next three months lead to the elimination of Sophie's cancer. Within 4 months from the diagnosis Sophie's immune system became strong enough to kill every cancer cell in the body, so the body became clear of cancer. One year after the cancer diagnosis, in Summer of 2004, Sophie was spayed. The vet, Mike Cathcart at the Woodlands practice was at first not keen at all to carry out the surgery on a dog of Sophie's age and with her cancer history. He believed Sophie would not survive such a major operation. But Lysseus assured me that it was safe to go ahead with Sophie's operation, and that it was a necessity. I insisted that Mr. Cathcart spays Sophie, but he wanted to take blood tests prior to agreeing, and I acceded to his request. The vet was amazed to see Sophie's blood results. Sophie had a nearly perfect blood result, and the subsequent surgery revealed that Sophie had a cystic ovary which would have later caused serious problems and that indeed, it was important to have her spayed. The vet was so impressed, that whilst Sophie was anesthetized, he even removed any warts she had. They were not allowed to spoil her beauty! Sophie recovered in no time from the spay, and she continues gaining strength. With further gentle treatment and monitoring of Sophie's energies we are now awaiting the point when the final eradication of her illness will become appropriate. This will be a point when the body's memory changes from believing it has cancer to accepting it has no cancer whatsoever, and there is no further tendency to generate cancer cells within the body. This level of victory over malignant cancer is to date unknown. Two years after the dreadful diagnosis and at her age of 14 and a half, and whilst exceeding the average life expectancy of a "healthy dog" by one and a half years, Sophie is fit, very active, and happy. She enjoys up to three hours of walks through the Gloucestershire countryside every day. She chases rabbits, and leads my 5 younger dogs across the hills and valleys! Sophie gets only the purest organic food to eat, no Pedigree Chum, or any other commercial dog food, and she gets the best and the purest vitamins and minerals available on the market. Most importantly, she gets the attention and the love that she needs and deserves. The alleged survival record with a condition like Sophie had, is 7 months during which the dog steadily deteriorated. Sophie not only exceeds that record 3 times over, but she continues improving. The conventional veterinary medicine would consider this level of healing impossible. A further testimony to the strength of Dhaxem healing is the fact that not a single one of my 6 dogs, 3 of whom are over 10, has a heart weakness, a sign of arthritis, cataracts, deafness, or incontinence. Statistically speaking, this too, is a most unusual occurrence.
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In 1991, shortly after I moved into a bigger house in Prestbury in Cheltenham , an advertisement in the pets section of a free local paper kept on appearing. A home was needed for a rescued 5 months old bitch. When the same advert appeared for the third time, I responded. I already had two dogs, but feared that the unwanted young dog may be put down if no-one offered it a home. With now having more space, I thought that one more little resident could still squeeze in. I learned that the dog just found a home the day my offer arrived. But four weeks later I got another phone call. The dog was dumped back into the rescuer's garden whilst the family was on a Sunday trip in Weston Super-Mare, and a note was left behind stating that the dog is “not up to standard”. The family lived in a small house in Evesham. They already had three large adult dogs, two small children and a third baby was on its way. They could not cope with another dog, in particular with one as boisterous as the little bitch was. I was told she was perfectly house-trained and was not destructive at all. I could not have said “no”. |
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