Saving My Furry Best Friend

by Stacey
(St. Louis, MO)

There's one thing to know about me... I am a "cat person." My cat Gracie has been with me for 13 years, and she is my best friend. I adopted her from the shelter when she was small, maybe 6 months old. She was separated from all the other cats, huddled up in the back of a pet carrier, scared and shaking when I noticed her. She had been abused and abandoned...

I felt a tug at my heart. I instantly knew she was the one I was meant to love. I took her home and it took a couple months and a lot of patience on my part, before she learned to trust me. At first, she would run and hide every time someone made a noise or a sudden movement. She must have been really mistreated before...

After the first couple months, she warmed up to me and eventually became my lap cat, rolling onto her back so I could rub her belly, curling up inside my arm when I went to bed at night. She was becoming my best friend.

Throughout the years, she has been my constant companion; there to play with when I come home happy, or nudging me with her nose and giving me love when she notices I am sad. Gracie always makes me feel better, always makes me feel loved - even when I may be feeling unlovable.

Three years ago, I took her to the vet, I noticed a lump on her belly. It was Breast Cancer. The Vet removed the lump and said she would have about 6 months to live. Needless to say, I was devastated... I instantly started to imagine how sad I would feel when she would no longer be with me, how her death would tear a giant hole in my heart. I cried for days...


Then my girlfriend told me I shouldn't mourn her death before it happens, I should try to remain positive... Basically, what you think about, you bring about. I took her advice, and I also remembered what I'd previously learned about healing touch; how focusing positive energy in your touch to another person can help them feel better, sometimes even help heal ailments.

After Gracie's scar healed, I started rubbing her scar and her belly every morning and every night, focusing healing thoughts right into the place where lumps started to reappear...

I am happy to say that she has long lived past that 6 month sentence. If you didn't feel her belly, you'd never know there's anything wrong with her. Gracie still plays with me, still meets me on the couch when I wake up every morning and when I come home from work every night. Thanks to the power of positive thinking, I am most grateful and delighted to say that I am blessed to see my best friend waiting for me on my couch every day. :)