Healing of our Dog

Last year after association and a brief glorious holiday in the Channel Islands with cousins, I was returning home.

Our tri-colored Shih Tzu dog, Oreo, beloved of the family, constant companion to my son and husband for over 8 years, showered us with affection. However he had an unsightly growth which was growing bigger and the vet had advised us to neuter him. My husband had taken him for pre-anesthetic tests, and called saying that the prognosis was not good at all. Seemingly, there was an accumulation of water in his lungs & he was diagnosed with an enlarged heart condition. Surgery had to be postponed for a week or 10 days, and they would review his condition in 4-5 days.

I came back with an overwhelming sense of fear & discouragement & wondered why and how these aggressive suggestions, suddenly projected by mortal mind as real images, had entered into our experience. I kept on affirming that nothing inharmonious can enter being for Life is GOD, good. I prayed unremittingly, staying firmly with Oreo’s identity as a wholly spiritual idea without a single element of error, and affirming that he was a compound idea of God including all and only right ideas.

However, the fear still seemed very real in my thought. In 3 days, on the night before I was scheduled to take Oreo to the vet for further tests, it came to me quite clearly that I could know and see and experience only what GOD was knowing and seeing -- the absolute, untainted perfection of His beloved idea. Harmony had never been lost, the discord had never been real. Mortal mind could never report the whole picture, the reality of God’s intact creation, but always the counterfeit (inverted image). If Divine Mind never suffers neither can its idea. I affirmed that our precious little one was living moving and breathing unhampered and joyously in Spirit never impaired by a seemingly frail and decaying finite form.

The investigation and scans done at the vet’s a few days later totally reversed the previous diagnosis and the dog was declared fit for surgery.

In a few days we took Oreo to the clinic on a bright, sunny morning with hymns playing on the car stereo joyously praising GOD and declaring his inseparability and dominion over material sense as the offspring of Spirit.

I spent the next hour or two at a coffee shop doing the lesson for that week & returned to the clinic only to be informed that the procedure went off very smoothly & my precious little one was, resurfacing from his anaesthesia looking at us with adoring eyes.

We took him home an hour later. I put him in his padded doggy bed under the air conditioning and played some hymns on a CD.

The doctors told me that we shouldn’t be surprised if he started howling loudly as the effects of anaesthesia wore off and if he were disoriented and unaware of his surroundings. This was not the case at all, as I read the lesson aloud and said the Lord’s prayer he was completely comfortable and at peace. I stayed with “ Everlasting arms of Love are beneath, around, above; God it is who bears us on, His the arm we lean upon.”

The next morning the doctors and my husband seemed concerned that Oreo hadn’t relieved himself at all. After running a few errands that morning I returned to take Oreo for a check up. My husband left for work taking all his concerns and worries along. The mood lifted and as I took Oreo down the stairs, he bounded around the car park lifting up his little leg on every car tyre in sight in an attempt to relieve himself. He jumped into the car, sprang up onto the front seat and looked out through the front window pacing from the front seat to the back. This put an end to any further doubt and uncertainty, There was complete assurance that “All is well”. Oreo’s recovery was almost immediate.

The healing was so complete and the Truth so irreversible that several months later when I took him to the vet, he commented that he had seen a much younger dog ( with a heart the similar size) & this seemed quite normal in this particular breed of dogs having flat noses.