I’ve never shared Lily Olivia’s full “story” before; though, I think I have made mention of her “accident” in passing. What occurred at the house a few days ago gave me the opening I needed to tell you about Lily Olivia, the survivor. Lily Olivia is not known for her warm and friendly personality. She has mellowed a bit as she has aged and doesn’t hiss and swipe at everyone who approaches her as she once did. But she surprised the heck out of her dad and me last week. I was sitting on our double rocker with our Barn Cat Buddies friend and original foster mom for Astrid and Calista Jo, Diane. Lily jumped up right between us. Tom and I were left with our mouths agape. Lily went right up to Diane, checked her out and gave her some nose bumps. She then turned around and pushed her butt right up to Diane’s leg. Diane, a Master in the practice of Reiki, told us that animals needing healing will normally present that part of their body to her. She asked about Lily’s history, which we hadn’t shared previously. Any 16-year-old kitty is bound to have some aches and pains, but Lily has more than the usual. The photo on the right is from 2001. Lily Olivia was two years old. The photo was taken after Lily spent several days in emergency vet care for a broken and dislocated right rear leg and three lung punctures.
Lily’s chance of surviving was quite slim. But she’s a fighter. When she pulled through, I never expected her to have such a long and basically healthy life. We feel blessed for her to be with us; though, she can be a bit of a pain in the rear. She is a calico after all. We have never known exactly what happened to Lily but suspect she was hit by a car in our back alley. After calling her for several hours with no response, I found her huddled against the back door. She would have had to climb an entire flight of stairs to get there. Definitely, a fighter. Once I shared Lily’s background with Diane, she was not surprised that Lily came to her. She only spent a few minutes with Lily Olivia, but Lily was quite relaxed afterwards.
This most likely will not be Lily’s last Reiki treatment. I do notice that it is a bit more effort for her to jump the four feet to get to her bowl on the kitchen counter or the faucet in the bathroom—her favorite place for a drink when I get up in the middle of the night.
Janet Blue, courtesy of http://thecatonmyhead.com/