Direct Transmission: Beyond Words or Species

Betsy dropped Jack, our young Shih Tzu, off at the vet’s office yesterday. It was time for The Awful Procedure that most male dogs receive at about six months of age. That’s Jack above, the one without a face. His face is too dark to show up unless it’s about a foot from the camera. You may take my word on it that his mystery face is cute, and always smiling. That’s Willy perched in the loft.

Our vet, Dr. S, works in a large and busy practice with lot of other vets and vet techs. When it came time for surgery, she went to Jack’s cage only to find it empty. Where was Jack? She started hunting until she found a cluster of people laughing, and oohing and ahhing. There was Prince Jack, being passed around from one employee to the next.

All of the vets and techs already knew Dickens, our beautiful 22-pound gentle giant of a Maine Coon. Last month Dickens had a bad day, where he went into shock and almost died. We never found out what caused it, and after fluids and warming he snapped out of it, but he was the vet practice’s Main Concern of the Day while he was down there. He came home none the worse for wear, and spent the evening purring away in my lap while I mourned the nearly $1,000 it cost for a battery of tests that all came back negative.

Back to Jack. Everyone was instantly in love, because you can’t not be. He is a dark brown bundle of loving, having never even hosted a wicked thought. All the vets and techs were going on and on about his sweet nature. Dr. S explained to everyone that Jack was the famous giant Dickens’ little brother. This hit home, and the comments were, “How on earth could these people have two of the sweetest, calmest-in-treatment, most loving animals they’d ever seen? What are they doing?”

Dr. S said, “I don’t know. But it’s not just two of them, it’s three. Jack is also Little White Willy’s brother!” A verbal riot ensued as this news was group-processed, because everyone knows and adores Willy, our hyper-enthusiastic 20 pound Lhasa Apso. He has hosted a few wicked thoughts, but other than bolting out the door upon occasion, he hasn’t acted any out, and he’s never met a person he didn’t like. Willy is a veteran of many Awakening Sessions and a heart-breaking favorite with clients and students–and vets!

I’m not declaring that our animals are special, or that living in this peaceful, loving home is what made them that way. What I’m doing here is reporting what our vet told Betsy when she picked Jack up. The surgery was successful, and there was no telling from Jack’s demeanor or activity that anything had even happened to him. Obviously he wasn’t telling himself any stories. Good boy!

All love,

Oneness
(Showing up as Fredness, Betsyness, Willyness, Jackness, and Dickensness.)