I am a firm believer that the Universe always knows better. No matter how harsh and seemingly unbearable things can get, I like to think there is a hidden meaning that I’d receive whenever I am ready.
The only requirement is that my heart needs to open up to receive the magical messages!
Before heading to the “aha moments”, let me first update you about the situation of the cursed doggies tribe’s remaining members.
I took Julia, the first mom who lost all her four kids to homicide, to the vet the following day. It turned out she had:
- A uterine infection,
- Two diseases contracted from the external parasites (detected through blood analysis),
- A broken leg infection (the cast was too tight, in all likelihood),
- Most importantly… a serious depression.
She was neutered and treated for a week at the vet’s clinic. She was too fragile to be vaccinated. I miraculously found a foster mom who has been unconditionally loving and taking good care of her for 12 days!
Please meet the enchanting Julia (a poodle we had to fully shave): Julia the mom who lost all her 4 babies…
The second mom Stella — Julia’s daughter — is way more anxious. She never let me touch her in spite of her wagging tail!
One of my AP friends who owns a shelter and with whom I shared the tragedy to think together about the most effective way to grant some justice to the murdered puppies requested that I bring Stella and her 3 survivors. Mind you this exceptional lady deals with some serious financial struggles. She sold her house in France and is still paying for everything from her personal funds. Her unconditionally loving heart simply couldn’t hear about the horrific event and not rescue the traumatized family… My friend merely asked for a few days to prepare a new space.
Meanwhile, the weakest of the three kids who survived the mass murder was hit either by a car or a human leg. Her femur was displaced following the shock. I took her to the clinic where she got some painkillers and spent three days. The main vet planned to operate on her the same day he would spay her momma Stella. Eventually, he informed me he was skeptical given her health condition, that her life was at risk. We decided to cancel the surgery and give her a chance to self-heal; at least for a while…
I drove for eight hours and spent 3 more ones at the shelter since the staff found viral contamination when I was about to reach my destination and we had to take drastic measures to protect the vulnerable kids! The injured baby stayed at the shelter with her mom and siblings who are much stronger than her for 2 days. Ultimately, my kind-hearted friend decided to take her home because her brother and sister were hurting her when playing.
Please meet Stella and her wondrous champions:
Back to the messages, they took a little more than two weeks to come. Waiting for them was wholeheartedly worth it:
The Universe had to push me to make time for self-regulation
In a previous story about the same tribe where I went through killing another puppy and leaving him in the middle of the road with his intestines outside, I mentioned some physical issues I experienced for a period:
- High stiffness in some parts of my body,
- Pain in my neck and shoulders,
- Snapping jaw,
- A discomfort I feel in my throat when sleeping.
I had been regulating my emotions in a record time for way too long. It had been effective to stay functional. It had been magical until it wasn’t. A few days ago, I paid attention to the symptoms in a moment of full presence while talking to a cherished friend who would recognize herself over the phone. I was in awe when realizing all symptoms except for the snapping jaw — a problem also explained by the misalignment of the upper and lower parts according to the osteopath — disappeared.
I had to go through hell so that I could slow down and grant my feelings some space instead of instantly regulating them. Once again, I needed to learn my lesson the hard way!
My lost baby Mustache soul has been comforting me indirectly
Mustache has a biological sibling. His name is Zorro. They were too sick when I found them. I fostered them for three months before deciding to permanently adopt them. They were very close, playing or snuggling all the time. Mustache loved to sleep on my arm and jump on my shoulders. Zorro’s favorite spot, on the other hand, has always been my thighs whenever I’m at the toilet!
My guess is that Zorro misses his brother which breaks my heart. Appealingly, he started literally running to sleep on my arm when Mustache went missing. I thought his new behavior stemmed from his emotional state. It wasn’t until a few days ago that I paused for a moment before feeling overwhelmed by the mind-blowing awareness.
For two weeks, my baby’s soul had been gently watching over and comforting me through Zorro. It was as if Mustache was saying:
I’m here Momma… I want you to know that you did your very best and that I’ll cherish every moment we spent together until our souls will meet again!
Gratitude
As usual, I want to thank all of you, dear readers, who decided to stop by and give this piece some of your time.
More specifically, I would love to send my deepest gratitude to all my fellow writers and soul friends who showered me with their genuine love; thus making healing my shuttered heart way easier…
You are precious and the epitome of this mesmerizing song by the talented Chrissy Metz!
A special thank you goes to
