“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” Albert Einstein
The tiny warm bundle that snuggled with room to spare in my cupped hands was deeply asleep. I could feel the boneless way she was lying. All babies did this when I held them. Eventually, their little bodies would just… relax.
She has sucked urgently on my thumb while the Reiki energy poured into her body. She recognized it. It was life. It was love. It was what she needed to survive.
The breeder watched in amazement. “I don’t know what you are doing there and I don’t know how she recognizes it as nourishment… but she does.”
Time to put her back to bed with her sister.
Lizzie’s babies were in the laundry.
“I had to put her in here to whelp” said the breeder. “I couldn’t trust her not to abandon them in a bigger pen and its too cold this time of year for the babies not to be close to their mums.” I had already had a tour of the shed where the ‘good mums’ had their babies, their happy little faces enquiring of me what I might want.
Lizzie tried to bolt out of the door. “No, no” said the breeder sternly. “You stay here and look after your babies. That’s your job.” And then quietly added “…and this is the last litter for you. You are clearly not enjoying it and it’s not fair on the puppies.”
Lizzie eyed us speculatively.
“My biggest worry” said the breeder “is that I cant get her to eat, and if she wont eat, there’s no milk for the puppies. She’s making colostrum and her milk should come in shortly, but not if she wont eat. I don’t hold out much hope. I think the biggest puppy will do OK hand reared, but the little one… she has a slight underbite… oops there goes the phone! I’ll be right back.”
I squatted down on my haunches. I looked Lizzie dead in the face. Compassion poured from my heart for her. I felt so sorry for her. I felt sorry for myself.
“I know it’s hard” I coached her. “It’s hard birthing them. It’s hard raising them, but you have responsibilities. There really isn’t a choice. They are relying on you.” I laid symbols over her to comfort her and energise her for the job that needed doing.
The breeder walked back into the laundry as Lizzie snatched a couple of mouthfuls and then laid down for the puppies to suckle.
She looked at me in round eyed shock “What did you do?”
Image: Lizzie by Anne Marie McGlasson, 2004