Angel's brush with death began at 3:00 am on Thursday November 15th, when she woke up with a bad stomach ache and threw up.  We heard her jump off the bed and start making the "gagging" sounds that always proceed her getting sick.  We have become trained to jump out of bed and scramble to find her in the dark before she throws up on the carpet.   After making it to the bathroom, my wife Sheri sat with her as she emptied the contents of her stomach and gave out a slight moan.  Our poor little girl has always had a touchy stomach, so every few months we experience a sleepless night.  It's something we have learned to live with.

 

After offering her some water and a bit of dog food, we all settled back into bed.  After a few moments of silence, I heard the rumbling of her tummy again and within 15 minutes we were repeating the drill.  Usually, after 2 or 3 times her stomach settles down and things go back to normal, but not this time.  Her stomach began to rumble louder and louder, so I plucked her out of bed and we headed down to my recliner.  We sat in my chair and I gave her a tummy rub, which (along with car rides) is her favorite thing in the world.  She moaned softly as we rocked and rubbed, about every half hour she would jump up and throw up a bit of stomach acid.  Then we would settle back in and I would try to comfort her.

 

As morning came, she quit throwing up but it was clear that she didn't feel good.  We thought maybe she had some type of flu or had eaten something in the yard that didn't agree with her.  Throughout the day her stomach kept on grumbling and she wouldn't touch her food or water.  I made some home made chicken soup as chicken is one of her favorite things, but as the day wore on she began to throw up again.   These episodes were even more violent than the night before.  I emailed my wife to let her know how sick she was and that I was becoming concerned.  It was about this time that she drank some water, so I started to feel a little better.  She had never been sick for more than 12 hours, so when she began drinking I took it as a good sign.

 

My hopes were dashed when about 4:00pm she jumped up and the water she had drank came spraying out all over the kitchen floor.  There were little brown bits in it, which was something I hadn't seen before so in my mind I prepared for a visit to the vet.  My wife arrived home a few minutes later, so I began recounting the day and expressed that I thought we should call the vet.  She wasn't convinced it was anything unusual, but at that time Angel threw up one last time and there was some small bits of blood in it.  I immediately called the vet and could get in to see our vet in an hour.  Sheri wisely thought of brining Angel outside to see if she could get a stool sample for the vet.  We were both distressed to find that Angel had blood in her stools as well.  We immediately went on Google to search for information, we were comforted by the fact that animals can bleed like this for several reasons.  Most of them were not life threatening.  So off we went to the vet's office, with a heart full of "cautious optimism".

 

Once the first batch of blood tests were back, we came to the realization that we had a very sick little poodle.  The vet told us it could be one of 3 things and when the word Pancreatitis came up, I told her that's the one I would bet on.  Some of the symptoms Angel had shown in the past seemed to be tied to her pancreas.  She began to follow the course of treatment that would be used for Acute Pancreatitis but also ran additional tests to confirm it.  Soon our little girl was hooked up to IV's and had taken several shots which included:  antibiotics, anti-inflammatories and pain killers.  She seemed to be resting comfortably, but when I looked into her face I realized she had received too much trobutanol and she was flying high.  It was actually a comical moment to see her lying there with a sly grin on her face.  We informed the vet when she returned to the room and she assured us that lower doses would be used in the future.  It seems that properly dosing these small dogs is a consistent problem in veterinarian medicine.  We had several occassions where Angel was given too large of a dose for her size.

 

Once all the tests were in, it was confirmed that she indeed was suffering from Acute Pancreatitis.  The vet assured us that even though Angel had a severe case of it, we had brought her in early enough that she had a good chance of survival.  At this point, I wasn't feeling very good about it since I knew there was a major war going on within our little toy poodle's body.  That's the problem with these small dogs, when they get critically ill they just don't have much weight to lose.  It was crazy to see her on IV fluids, growing up on a farm I never imagined having an animal in the hospital on IV's.  But Angel is not a normal dog, she has more personality and emotion than any animal I've ever encountered.  Since she was only 1/2 way through her expected life span, we decided to do what was necessary to treat her.  After all, in the first 2 hours we had already spent well over $500 so we had to see it through.

 

That night my wife stayed with Angel at the animal hospital.  She was so sick, we just couldn't leave her by herself in a kennel.  The IV was turned up to 75ml per hour so it wasn't long before our poodle was blown up like a balloon.  My wife went to the vet on duty and told him it had to turned down, at which time he saw her condition and dropped it down dramatically.  He later had to drop it again, all the way down to 12ml.  By this time her blood tests were showing that her blood had become overly diluted and her protein levels were dangerously low.  During the night, she would yelp and jump up Sheri's chest.  She was apparently having sharp pains in her abdomen.  Sheri took her out several times to go to the bathroom and rid herself of some of the excess fluid.  By morning, neither of them had gotten any sleep and she called to give me an update.  She was crying when she told me the vet wasn't very optimistic, he had her convinced that she was hanging by a thread.

 

On the way back to the vet clinic she stopped at the house with Angel.  She went out in the front yard to go to the bathroom again, then had diarrhea that was mostly blood.  She came inside and I scooped her up in my arms.  She smelled horrible, I knew how sick she was just from the odor.  After a few minutes we went downstairs to my recliner and sat down.  She gave me the saddest look I've ever seen and tears came to my eyes.  She knew how sick she was and it was obvious she thought she was going to die.  When Sheri came back down to get her she left blood running down my arm and a terrible smell on my shirt.  As I cleaned up, I threw several of Angel's things in the washer and began to prepare myself for how life would be without her.

 

It was about this time that I decided that our little poodle needed some divine intervention.  I went back to the vet's office to meet Sheri who was already there.  This vet was a more optimistic than the overnight doctor, but it wasn't enough to make us feel any better.  Angel who is extremely social, just laid on her pillow and didn't even raise her head as people and animals came in the door.  This was all the information we needed to know how sick she was.

 

As we sat there, I held Angel in my hands and began to give her a healing session.  She was now going to be God's poodle if she pulled through.  As I sat there I gave her a couple 10 minute sessions and I could feel an amazing amount of energy transferring through my hands.  After being at the clinic for a few hours, we had to leave while Angel had further treatments.  We had been taking her out to go to the bathroom every 3 hours, so we asked the vet if we could take her out again before we left.  She told us they would take her out following her treatment.  When Sheri returned 1 1/2 hours later, she was happy to see Angel in her kennel wagging her tail.  It was the first positive sign we had seen.  Unfortunately, when she opened the kennel she found out the vet techs hadn't taken her outside, she was completely soaked.  Needless to say, my wife was very angry.  We had spent nearly $1400 in the past 24 hours, so it shouldn't have been too much to ask for them to take Angel out when she needs it.

 

Angel stopped by the house again on the way to the overnight animal hospital.  Once again she had to go in the yard and once again she relieved herself of bloody diahrea.  It was very discouraging that it showed little sign of improvement, I could only imagine how "tore up" her poor little organs were inside.  She laid quietly in the corner as we had a quick dinner.  Sheri and our daughter Ashley were going to stay with Angel until 10pm while I caught a quick nap and then I was going to spend the night.  As I was rising from my nap, Sheri called to tell me she had good news.  Angel had wanted a bit of water to wet her mouth, it was the first of many signs that were to come our way in the miraculous next few hours.  Before I left for the clinic, I wrote my wife a sticky note and stuck in on the wall for Sheri.  It simply said "I want you to know that Angel is healed, now her body just has to catch up".

 

When I arrived at the clinic, Ashley was sound asleep while Angel and Sheri were resting comfortably.  She had a little bit of life, but it was only visible in the form of a little tail wag when I came through the door.  We all sat for 30 minutes before Sheri woke up Ashley and they headed for home.  There was a recliner in the room, which is the favorite piece of furniture for Angel and I.  I grabbed her and the pillow and settled both of them on the foot rest between my legs.  Angel was resting comfortably, so I pulled out a book that I wanted to read called "The Power Of Now" by Eckhart Tolle.  It was exactly the book I needed to read, because it reaffirmed my thinking about energy and God's incredible role in this universe.

 

After a few hours of reading, it appeared that the animal hospital was starting to quiet down.  It was just after midnight and instead of being tired, I was totally energized.  For the past few hours I had been smiling at Angel to make her feel better, about once per hour I would pick her up and give her a 5 minute healing session.  Other than that it wasn't very relaxing, the noisy hallway kept her from getting any rest.  Eventually, as things began to quiet down, I could hear her stomach churning.  Her poor little digestive system had been through so much distress, I knew she had a long road to recovery.  It was time for a longer healing session so I held her in my hands and we did a 30 minute session.  During this time the energy flowing was absolutely incredible, she was definitely comforted by it because her stomach would quiet down considerably.  I remained focused on her pancreas and digestive track the whole time, apparently so did God.

 

About 2:00 in the morning we were startled when the door opened, it was time for them to get Angel for another blood draw.  She growled as the Vet Tech came to pick her up, which is something she does when she's over tired.  About 5 minutes later she returned with a little muzzle on and she had received 3 more shots in addition to a blood draw.  Once she settled in, we once again focused on her healing.  About 30 minutes later, the vet came in and had good news.  Angel's blood protein had risen and they were turning down her IV to the minimum level.  She told me that if Angel ate the next day she would be going home!

 

That really was good news as the vet bill was approaching $1800 in just the past day and a half, so I knew Sheri would be anxious to take her home.  After another 30 minutes of healing time we both drifted off to sleep.  I woke up with abruptly when Angel flipped over onto my lap, apparently she had been sleeping on my arm on the edge of the chair.  She's lucky she didn't flip the other direction or she would've landed in the waste basket!  Despite the great news, the noise coming from her digestive system were incredible.  Looking back, it was apparently all the healing that was taking place.

 

A vet tech came in at about 6:00am to see if they could give her oral meds instead of shots, which is necessary in order to take her home.  They were going to wrap them in food etc, but first she just held them in her hand and angel took both of them and swallowed.  That was the biggest miracle of all because she won't swallow any type of pill without a lot of coersion.  After the medicine she had a couple drinks of water and just relaxed.

 

I was glad to give Sheri the good news when she called at 6:45 and about the time she arrived they brought in some food and water.   She had been drinking some water so now it was time to see if she was hungry.  She ate a couple table spoons of food and then walked away, which was exactly what they wanted to see.  Sheri took her outside to go to the bathroom and even though she still had diarrhea, there was no longer any blood present.  When she returned with her tail wagging she quickly ate the rest of the food, which I thought was way to much for such a small stomach!  Nevertheless, it was official over the course of 18 hours we had witness an incredible miracle!

 

We had some ups and downs over the next few days which I believe was caused by the antibiotics.  She woke up at 3:00am on Tuesday morning and threw up again.  Over the next several hours we had almost an exact repeat of the first night.  I knew that if the pancreatitis was going to keep coming back we would have to let Angel go.  A massive healing session took place that night, but each time her stomach settled down it would again be followed by getting sick.  It was at this time she became God's Little Angel.  I firmly believed that she could be spontaneously healed by the power of God's Love and I vowed to share it with others if it turned out to be the case. 

 

By morning there were once again specks of blood in her vomit so I called the vet, we had already scheduled a followup appointment so we simply moved it up a day.  At 11:00am they drew blood work and I showed her the blood that was present on Angel's blanket.  She was concerned until she got back the blood work which she described as "Perfect".  In fact, Angel had great energy despite being sick and actually started to play with the vet.  Her exact words were "Wow!  I never would've expected this considering how sick she was just a few days ago"!  I really wanted to tell her to never underestimate the power of God, but I chickened out!

 

She gave us some Reglan to settle Angels stomach and by 5:00pm she was back to her spunky self.  Everything was fine again for a day and a half, but 3:00am Thanksgiving morning she was sick again.  I went online to do some research and discovered that her dose of antibiotics was almost twice the recommended dose for a dog her size.  Since she had been on antibiotics for 7-8 days and it was purely a preventative measure, I decided just to stop giving it to her.   By midday she was fine and that was the end of the vomiting...... yeah!

 

The amazing thing about the following weeks was that Angel not only bounced back, but she became healthier than she had been in years.  She had the energy and appetite of a 6 month old pup, it was really amazing to see.  Looking back it would be quite easy to talk about the week of sleepless nights we went through and the gigantic vet bill that came just before the Christmas shopping season.  Instead, my focus is on the little miracle that sleeps at the foot of our bed and on how best to share my experience with others.

 

Sheri believes that I possess special healing powers, she has always said I have the most incredible hands.  I however, don't agree.  The power that comes through my hands is not something that I possess, it's simply a technique I've developed for being a conduit of God's abundant loving energy.

 

I'm putting together this site to tell others how to tap into God's Energy and use it for assisting in the healing of sick people and animals.  If you know of a person or animal that is suffering, it's definitely something you should consider using.   Please submit your stories of how you used the healing techniques, so we can share them with others!

 

As a final note, I want to say that we followed all the vet's recommendations and the prescribed course of treatment.  We didn't simply disregard conventional medicine and treatments that have been developed over the years.  I believe in using the collective wisdom and tools available that have been developed over the years, but I also believe that adding the healing techniques to the mix improves the results dramatically!