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with Karen Scheel

Companion Animal Wisdom

There is absolutely no doubt animals are in our world for a purpose that goes far beyond our human comprehension. It is my belief they are natural teachers and healing agents here to show us much about living, loving and dying. But we must drop our alleged superiority in order to learn any thing from them. Can say, every companion animal I have either selected or has selected me has brought invaluable teachings into my life. Just as my healing practice has reflected them to be very special healing agents when it comes to taking on and carrying some of what is going on for their caretakers. There are numerous times when a human has brought their pet to me for some work only to receive an indirect healing through their pet’s healing process. However, the following story is a first for me. It clearly reflects a two-part gift from one little fur ball. The first part of my gift helped with a recent loss. The second part provided me with an opportunity to gain much more insight for just how innate wisdom knowledge that supersedes the limited scope of our human understanding actually works.

Siamese Cat NeemonTwo days after my last companion animal’s death via cat litter related pet health problems, a Siamese cat with crossed blue-eyes showed up right outside my front door. The name on his ID tag said: “Neemon.” It was as if he had been sent to comfort me, which he did do. Like clockwork, he began to come first thing in the morning, and would hang out with me all day long – even took naps with me. One morning, I was not downstairs to open the door when he arrived, and just like my other cats, he instinctively knew where I was in the house. How they know still amazes me! Unlike all other days, he did not meow on this particular day. He instead climbed the well-traveled black walnut tree resting next to my house. He then walked around the house and called loudly into each open window. I was feeling a bit lazy so I was still resting in my bed. Other than breathing, I was not making a sound. I lay there listening to him and wondered what he would do if I pretended to be asleep – would he stay or would he leave? Once he reached the right window and spotted me, he let out a soft meow. I ignored him and did not move one muscle. Each meow grew louder and louder until he was screaming, and it quickly became apparent he had no intentions of leaving. I also think he might have known I was faking it because he took things to another level and almost busted the screen out of my window, which is when I decided I best get up and open the screen to let him in. This cat had clearly adopted me and considered my home to be his home – at least during the day anyway, because I had no clue where he went at night.

About 4-6 weeks later, I received an email story about a dog that was going to a neighbor’s house to sleep each day. The neighbor finally attached a note to the dog’s collar to inform the dog’s caretaker that the dog must be tired because it was showing up at his house to nap. The dog’s caretaker attached a response note for the man confirming the dog was tired because of the children living in their home, and wanted to know if she could come for naps too.

The timing for this story was perfect and it inspired me to do the same. A note with my phone number was attached to Neemon’s collar before he left one afternoon to inform his caretakers that he was coming to visit me every day, and was even taking naps with me. I got a phone call early that evening from a boy and was given some news that had some pieces of the Neemon puzzle flying together.

This boy informed me that his mother had been in a very bad car accident. Her release from the hospital corresponded with Neemon’s very first visit. The doctors had done their best to realign her brain and mend her broken bones, but had not offered much hope for a full recovery. However, she was allegedly proving them wrong and making better progress than predicted. A chill shot through me after hearing this news. I had been giving Neemon healing energy on a daily basis. He seemed to need energy for the left side of his body, but he continued to pull and overfill his little body even after his physical needs were met. In my experience, only very sick animals could handle large amounts of energy and he really had me wondering. My energy work is normally a 24-72 hour process for humans and this little cat was showing up every day for more! I could not get a clear read and had no clue why this healthy cat required as much as healing energy as a human. The mystery was finally solved during the conversation with this boy.

Apparently, Neemon was home by a certain hour and curled up in bed with the boy’s mother. The time-frame listed was soon after he left my house, and indicated he was carrying the extra healing energy straight home to his loved one. Furthermore, there is no sign out there for any human or animal to read but this cat clearly knew what house to visit to get what he needed. Not to mention, he had not missed one day beginning two days after Fairmount’s death. This additional insight had my little head spinning even more than it already was. If what I was beginning to formulate was correct then it meant Farimount must have known she had to leave in order for Neemon to come. Had she not died then there is no way Neemon would have been allowed to enter our house to receive the healing energy for his caretaker. In retrospect, the circumstances surrounding the last three critters in my life have been uncanny to say the least, and in my little world, coincidence does not exist. Fairmount obviously showed up to teach me about a feline leukemia natural treatment process and because of my senior cat Asher she was not allowed to live in our home. Therefore, Asher must have made room for her – just as Fairmount made room for Neemon. Then Neemon suddenly stopped coming every day when some room was needed for a goose. I wonder what’s next?

In any event, I decided a more direct approach might be a better way to go and went to visit the mother shortly after my conversation with her son. A 6-year-old Shepard greeted me at the door. Her appearance along with her size was a bit intimidating but she was all over me with licks and nips. She suffers from a bad case of hip dysplasia and demanded some healing energy, which she received within minutes after entering their home. Experiencing the environment first hand helped me to better understand why Neemon needed to rest when he came to my house. It seemed like a bit too much for this little guy to tackle on his own, and even had me feeling a little tired after a couple hours. Soon after my initial visit, the mother requested some additional help and I began to visit each day for a couple of weeks. During one visit, our conversation led to a particular circumstance surrounding Neemon, which not only raised goose bumps on my arms but also served to shed some light for an incident that occurred years earlier. What follows is a little background before I relay the specific incident.

We had a feral cat that i had named “Thunder” who relied on Frog Hollow for food and my neighbor’s porch for shelter at times. Several years ago, our resident fox awakened me in the middle of the night. S/he was going after a critter sounding much like a cat. I had always been concerned Thunder and the fox might get into it, so I crawled out of bed and went to the window to yell at the fox. This was usually enough to send him/her running off. However, this was one of those rare nights – the fox was very determined. Therefore, I wrapped myself in a blanket and headed outside. I walked towards the screams coming from the woods. The fox backed off. I had just gotten comfortable in my bed when s/he returned. Outside into the night I went again. This time I followed the sounds deeper into the woods while yelling at the fox, and telling the cornered critter to run. Several minutes passed before I heard the fox call out on my right and something else moving away on my left. I had succeeded in breaking up whatever was going on and headed back to my bed to get some sleep. The next day I was on the lookout for Thunder, and became worried when he did not show up, but was relieved to see no battle wounds when he came the following day.

Now, for the twist. According to Neemon’s caretaker, Neemon almost died from a very bad fight one night around the same time frame. He had been found one morning lying semi-conscious outside his front door with his left hindquarters all torn up. As is stated above, Neemon needed healing energy for the left side of his body, and I clearly remembered hearing the fox on my right and a critter moving away on my left. Neemon’s house is to the left of my house – was he the cat I heard fighting with my fox and was it his life that was saved that night?

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  1. Karen, I thoroughly enjoyed this story of Neemon and intend to share it with a friend of mine who recently lost both her Siamese kitties a few weeks within one another. Neemon is truly a ‘healing’ kitty and I hope lives to be a very old age. It is a wonderful testament to opening oneself to all avenues of healing magic. Many thanks for pointing this out to me!

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