The corruption of time’s breaking down cellular harmony seems inevitable.
The animals are older now and when we should at last be relaxing and happy, the cat’s bodies are more prone to injuries.
Yesterday, our fawn Somali was found torsioned, exhibiting signs of neck and spine trauma. Her knees and hips are getting weaker and she must have fallen from a height at speed.
So I did what I did for my once-fiance’s injured kitten and gave her liquid B-vitamins diluted in water by dropperfuls for the shock. Then, I subjected her neck and spine to intense manual massage and gentle manipulation.
This has worked to help our seizing brown tabby ever since he had a fall, but it was difficult to feel that I am a good person while being the tormenting savior.
Had we taken her to the vet, they would have isolated her and done medical procedures when clearly the issue was muscular. They would have suggested we do an operation or end her life.
Since my first treatment of her, she has still been disoriented but is interested in eating. We put her in a crate for ease of access to what she needs and to support her rest and neural recalibrating.
There is no money in the bank, so it is a waiting game and dependent upon my own home-grown follow-up treatments. I will, however, seek out an animal chiropractor who will be willing to do therapy trade.
To be always on the brink of losing what I love without hope for getting ahead and overcoming weighs heavily on my spirit. I experience life fleetingly passing between my hands while I call the light to help restore it.
I cry to keep its presence in our present.
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