Violet and the Liver Cure.

April 9, 2015 by  
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“What do you want to eat?” I asked.

Fit for a Queen.Liver diet fit for a queen.

When Violet stopped eating for two days last month, I thought to myself, “This is it.  She’ll be gone in a week or so and that’s what she wants.”

This is why we all need Animal Communicators.

This is also why I, a professional Animal Communicator, would be smarter to stop making up stories in my head and to ask Violet what’s going on.

Violet looked weak and wobbly and very spacey from the start of those two days of fasting.  Later she explained she wasn’t really in her body at the time.

On the third morning, Violet arrived in the living room looking awake, strong, and stable on her feet.  She requested raw chicken liver for breakfast.  I knew she liked liver as a snack, so when she asked for it, I was happy to provide.  I pureed it, as Violet is missing some teeth and while she can chew some things, I wanted to make her eating as easy as possible.  I omitted the garnish you see in the photo.

Violet in after-dinner meditation.Violet in after-dinner meditation.

For about 4 weeks, all Violet ate was raw chicken liver pate, and not much of that.  Truly, I don’t think she ate even 3 ounces of food per day.  It hardly seemed enough to keep her alive.

If I added anything else at all – a little Salmon oil – a little cod liver oil – a little chicken or turkey meat – Violet would turn up her nose and walk away.   “Liver it is!” I promised her.  And liver it was for 4 small meals every day for at least 4 weeks.

Last Saturday, I noticed Violet eating some muscle meat from one of the other cat bowls after finishing her first serving of liver.  This was unexpected, and I didn’t know how to interpret it, so I just took a wait and see attitude.  Did I ask her?  I don’t recall, but I felt that she just wanted some meat, so I let it go.

Over the last 4 days, Violet has continued to consume muscle meat and liver, in separate dishes of course.  Her majesty is now getting two bowls of food at each meal and is eating more and more food overall.  She’s also eating less frequently.

I asked her if I could weigh her to see if her weight has increased, but she looked horrified and replied with an emphatic “No!”

OK.  I don’t need to weigh her.  I’m curious, but I’ve dropped it.  There’s plenty of muscle over her ribs, although she’s thin in her flanks.  She’s also lots stronger – runs up and down the stairs about once a day – and jumps/climbs onto chairs and the sofa.  Truly, she’s in great shape for a cat who seems to be on her way out of the physical realm.

I’m sure raw chicken liver is not a cure for kidney failure.  So what’s going on here?  It’s hard to say.  I don’t believe the underlying issue has disappeared.  This is just Violet’s way of doing things, and the saga will continue to unfold. It implies that animals have a great deal of wisdom about what they need and we humans would do well to learn to respect that.

Meanwhile, it’s wonderful to cuddle with my “velcro kitty.”

[“Velcro kitty” –  a cat who melds herself into your body as a semi-permanent fixture.]

Turning Point Verified

March 12, 2015 by  
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A visit to the veterinarian …

Our Beloved VeterinarianDr. Atz, Our Excellent  Veterinarian

brings confirmation.

Dr. Josh Atz from Manchester Veterinary Clinic, is a kind, gentle, very grounded person whom my cats and I respect and trust.

Yesterday, Violet, Sakhara, and I went for our usual 6-month visit.  We go every 6 months because Dr. Atz can clean tartar off their teeth without tranquilizers or anesthesia.

Dr. Atz is a good listener, too, and I very much appreciate and respect that he will accept me as an Animal Communicator and what my cats communicate telepathically as something real.  He’s also not opposed to raw food diets and using other alternative veterinary medicine for my animals.

It was a long visit yesterday.   Both felines are over 15 years old and have health considerations that needed to be addressed.  I wanted blood and urine samples taken from each cat, and that took time.

As I mentioned in a previous post called Turning Point, Violet announced recently that she is getting ready to leave the physical plane and I had sensed that her kidney function was failing.  I had promised Violet that I wouldn’t take any extreme measures.  I told her I want her to be comfortable, so she may need to take some things that would not be her first choice.  She agreed, although I’m certain I will have to ask each and every time I want to do something for her and remind her of her agreement.

Violet, the SupervisorViolet, my personal Supervisor.

So with the veterinary appointment coming up, I requested that she be willing to have blood taken.  Although Violet agreed to do this, it was very difficult for her and she resisted allowing the blood to flow for awhile.  Her Siamese temperament expressed itself with sounds that were not quite growls with a wide range of intonation.  I wish I had a recording, as it was quite interesting to hear.

Eventually, we got the blood sample, and today I got the results of the tests.  Violet’s kidneys are well down the road to failure.

Violet doesn’t want pills and will take liquid only if it tastes good.  I’m going to see if she’ll eat some potassium salt in her raw pureed chicken liver, which is, for now, about all she wants to eat.

The wonderful Standard Process Feline Renal Support supplement that has been keeping Sakhara’s kidney’s going for 2 years now doesn’t appeal to her.  I might try grinding one up and mixing it with the liver, but you can’t fool a sensitive cat’s nose and palate.  Still, it will be worth a try.  Thankfully, liver has a strong smell and flavor.

[I can already hear Violet in my head giving me the oh-so-superior attitude of “I won’t eat that … you’re wasting your time … and the pill!”]

Well, if she won’t eat it, I suspect Sakhara will enjoy it!

[I can already hear Sakhara in my head licking her lips, although she thinks the Feline Renal Support is treat all on it’s own.]

Violet and I have a continuous telepathic connection, so there are no secrets between us.  She always knows when I’m thinking about her and exactly what I’m thinking.   Sakhara is good at this, too.

As for me, well, right now, I’m struggling with my personal need to “fix” things.  I truly want to stop doing that, as spiritually speaking, it’s a very intrusive and invasive and disrespectful way to be with others.  I want to honor Violet’s choices, but (perhaps I’m rationalizing), how does she know what her choices are if I don’t offer her something and let her decide?

[Violet is smiling as I write this, the inscrutable Siamese all-knowing smile.  I think I’m doomed!]

So while I’m delighted to have external verification of my psychic insights and telepathic conversations with Violet, I’m sad, too.

Any time an animal let’s you know they are preparing to depart, it turns on the grief immediately.  I’m well aware of the stages of grieving, and the more I speak to friends about this, the more it helps me get through the denial stage.  I think there may be some subtle parts of me that are trying to say this isn’t happening, but overall, I know it is.

Thanks for listening.

Turning Point

February 22, 2015 by  
Filed under Animal Communication, Nedda

Violet Is Planning to Leave Soon.

It's time to go home.
“It’s time to go home.”

When I got my first horse, I learned the important of observing animals and noticing their behaviors, and particularly any changes in them over time.  These can be important signals of shifts in physical and emotional health.

Last August, I observed Violet drinking water.  Since my cats eat a totally raw food diet, it’s very unusual for them to drink much water, although the water bowls are always available.  Still, it was August and rather hot, so I just made a mental note of this and carried on with life.

All fall and into the winter, Violet continued to drink at the water bowl every day.  A few months ago, a chronic constipation issue became worse, and I tried every natural approach I could discover to shift it, but still nothing seemed to work.  Her overall food consumption was down, too.

Finally, we did some AAT (Advanced Allergy Therapeutics) and cleared up a serious allergy in just one session.   This made Violet more comfortable when petted and her energy seemed better, but the underlying issues and behaviors were unchanged.


It was during a vet visit to check her anal glands that I finally put voice to my suspicion that Violet’s kidneys are in the process of shutting down.  Saying this out loud helped me shift into a place of acceptance.

Although the veterinarian would not officially diagnose anything without a blood test, the symptoms were clearly pointing to kidneys shutting down.  Violet had lost weight, was drinking more and more water, and was eating less.  Even the constipation issue could be related to the change in kidney function.

Violet hates giving blood.  Furthermore, I have learned that I can usually trust my instincts – intuition – telepathic communication – psychic connection – when it comes to Violet.  So we didn’t do a blood test that day.  Maybe down the road, but not yet.

For now, well, I’m really not sure it would make much difference.  Violet will be 16 this coming August.  She’s the most strong-minded cat I’ve ever known.  So when the vet started suggesting things we could do to assist her kidneys, Violet glared at me with her powerful eyes.

All ideas suggested by the vet were firmly rejected by Violet.  She doesn’t want drugs.  She doesn’t want subcutaneous fluids.  She isn’t even willing to eat 1 little herbal supplement (Standard Process’s Feline Renal Support).

Beautiful Sakhara.

Beautiful Sakhara.

Sakhara, Violet’s lifelong friend and companion who is 17 or so, also is in renal failure.   Due to the herbal supplement, her barely functioning kidneys have been going strong for 2 years now.  Sakhara eats the herbal pill as if it were a treat.

So there in the vet’s office I looked into Violet’s lovely eyes, and asked, “Are you getting ready to leave?”

“Yes,” she replied, without any hesitation at all.  “I’m preparing.  I don’t want you to fuss over me.  I don’t want to take anything to slow or interfere in my path.”

Her request was so firm, so gentle, so clear.  How could I reject it?

So I agreed.  And once I agreed, I felt sad, but also a deep inner certainty that this was the best thing to do for Violet and for myself.

And once I agreed, Violet gave a big sigh of relief and totally relaxed.  She became radiant and serene.  She began to glow even more strongly.  Even the veterinarian could see the change come over her.

The first step in the grieving process is denial, and I guess I’ve completed that step.


To assist her on her chosen path, Violet has agreed to this dietary plan:

  1. She can have whatever she wants to eat and as much as she wants.  For now this seems to be mostly pureed raw chicken liver spread over the top of her serving of whatever the other cats are getting as their main muscle meat.
  2. She will take two tiny pills to help her bowels keep functioning.  (Psyllium for bulk, and l-carnitine, which was recommended by the veterinarian.)
  3. She will take by dropper extra fats (Salmon Oil + the cat oil blend I make from Cod Liver Oil, Borage Oil, Olive Oil, and vitamin E).
  4. To assist with maintaining electrolyte balance, she takes a home-made electrolyte solution made with raw honey, sea salt, and potassium salt.
  5. To prevent kidney infection, she’s also getting some D-Mannose in the electrolyte solution.

This is quite a lot of “stuff” for Violet to be willing to take by dropper and in capsule form.  I suspect it’s because she knows that these things are for her comfort and not to prolong her stay that she’s not giving me a hard time.  She’s being extraordinarily cooperative.

Violet is still going strong, although continuing to lose weight.  Her bowels seem to be functioning a bit better, and she’s totally contented as long as her cat cave is warm enough.  She even comes out to eat and to drink and to sit in my lap all on her own.  She still goes up and down the stairs and at times will come to bed with me.

Saying goodbye is a process that can take months and months.  That’s OK.  I’m in no hurry.  And Violet remains serene and contented, purring when I pet her or stick my head into her cave to see how she’s doing.

Violet's Meditation Cave.
Violet’s warm and cozy cave!