Dear friends, I stopped and visited with my boy tonight. His head was low and he did not want to move at all. I held his face in my hands and gently rubbed his cheeks and scritched underneath his chin. I felt (not heard) a purr in his throat, despite it all. He has two formulas in his IV line. The repeat x-rays of the abdomen were inconclusive... Dr Glaze may send them to a radiologist for confirmation tomorrow.
I used my hands to move blocked energy from his energy field. His ears when I rubbed them, were cool. After I finished with his little Healing Touch session, he looked at me with his lovely "Baby Siamezie" eyes.
Yup. I have all kinds of names for him that I whispered softly.. calling on his spirit to to find strength, and to fight the fever. "Senor, como esta?" "Ahhh, you are my big husky dog." "Maxi-puss." "Breezy Siameezey" "Maxer."
Everyone at the clinic feels bad that they cannot figure out what is wrong. But in spite of my fear of losing this guy, I have to know that there is the positive motion of positive thought and prayer.
He has to feel this enormous amount of energy flowing his way. I will fight my own weaknesses and continue to find a way to believe he'll be coming home, and once again, rule our lives.
I am sending a thousand kisses and thanks your way... every one of you.