I love working with animals. I love their response to Jin Shin Jyutsu.
In the Winter 2009 (Number 63) issue of The Main Central Jin Shin Jyutsu Newsletter, Ellen Kramer tells us about “Putter” in her article Jin shin Jyutsu and a Modern Day Miracle:
“Your dog will be dead in two to six weeks.” My veterinarian looked sad and resigned. I looked again at the X-ray, seeing the clouding in Putter’s lungs and was overwhelmed by a bottomless wave of grief. Dr. Dan said that he thought it was either cancer or Blastomycosis, but wasn’t sure, and either way, it was too far advanced to hold out any hope. He gave me a prescription for an antibiotic and said goodbye, certain that he would never see Putter alive again.
I took Putty to another vet and then to the emergency veterinary clinic. After over a thousand dollars of tests that were all inconclusive, I took my beloved dog home to die. I’d been told by the vets that Putter had liver and kidney involvement in addition to the lung clouding. The deck was stacked, and no one said there was any chance that Putter would survive.
Putter stole my heart the first time I saw his gorgeous face. He is a Keeshond, an arctic breed of dog that goes back over four hundred years. Putter and I had developed a deep love and joy in being together as he won his American and Canadian Championships, as well as Obedience titles in both countries. Then, due to my health and finances, I’d not really done much with him for a number of years, except to love him dearly. When he was nine and a half I got the bug to try Agility with him. He took to this physically demanding sport like he’d been waiting for it all his life. He won both of his Novice level Agility titles at age eleven years and three months. People would come up to us after we’d run an Agility course and comment on how much fun he was obviously having. And on noticing his white whiskers, would casually ask how old he was. I’d tell them, “He’s eleven going on three!”
The physical challenges of multiple jumps, racing through tunnels, shooting up A-frames, leaping through tires and negotiating teeter totters had given Putty a wonderful health and vigor, but even better than that, we had deepened our love and levels of communication. Now my beloved dog was dying.
I collapsed in a pile of misery and tears on my friend and Jin Shin Jyutsu practitioner’s table at my next session. As Gail is also a “dog person” and also trains her Boston Terriers in Agility, she understood my sorrow, but matter-of-factly said that I needed to bring Putter to her for sessions.
Where the vets had taken a dim view of Putter’s chance of living longer than six weeks, Gail treated Putt’s symptoms. When he threw up violent yellow bile, I was horrified. Gail was not. When he refused to eat for a long period, Gail treated him to increase his appetite and ease his digestion. When he suddenly developed abdominal spasms, Gail was there with the “jumper cables” so loved by Mary.
Putter was supposed to be dead by the first week of June 2008. I’m proud, thrilled and awed to report that on August 2, 2008, he was vibrantly alive and healthy, and won Best Veteran in Group at a show, and was one of the finalists for Best Veteran in Show.
Jin Shin Jyutsu isn’t just for humans.”
Thank you, Ellen.
Thank you, Mary.
Thank you, David.
Gassho, Namaste, Blessings