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White Feather Mobile Veterinarian Palliative and End-of-Life Care

01/18/2025

I realize I had several posts about Bells with her dying process and hadn’t written about Meashie’s .

When Bells was dying , I had the grace of knowing she was dying well before she died. So as she was dying I was experiencing anticipatory grief. I had a month of really being present with her situation and marking each special occasion. Bells was in charge of her dying experience and didn’t want help. It was how she lived and I wanted to honour her by allowing her to die as she wished. Each day we would walk toward sunset on our little trails and on her trail toward the light.

With Meashie, she was getting treated for an illness that I thought was covered by treatments I was giving her. She improved and was almost back to her usual self when she began to worsen this week. She was still barking at supper time for me to “hurry up “ and scavenging for food after the meal. I sought help from a wonderful homeopathic Veterinarian thinking we would find something to heal her. When the remedies weren’t working I had run out of hope. I sought the help from an animal communicator. Someone I trust. When she communicated with Meashie she felt Meashie was ready to leave the earth. She looked into medicines or treatments that might help but Meashie’s situation was too complex and wasn’t what I thought it was. Sneaky Meashie. I was under the impression that I had the diagnosis and was treating her for it. This false sense of “knowing” had blinded me to what was really going on. From school I always remembered the statement to “ treat the patient, not the bloodwork”. But I fell prey to the “hope” of treatment instead on focusing on what she felt as she struggled. When the animal communicator said that Meashie was ready to go I felt relieved . I knew it would be so difficult to say good-bye. But with the clarity and knowledge of her wishes, it allowed me to shift my energy into having the best day with her. Meashie didn’t want any special food ( though I did try) , and she wanted some nature time . She wanted to leave that day, she wanted her Dad there, and she wanted me to help her cross the rainbow bridge.

I realize how each death is so unique. With Bells I was able to go through all of the sadness, the doubts, and the denial over a long period of time. With Meashie I had less than a day. So I thank you all for allowing me the space to tease out the differences. And I thank The Animal Care Hospital and Dr. Don Deitrick for squeezing us in on short notice. I thank Dr. Shulamit Krakauer ( rovingvet.com) for her homeopathic knowledge and time. I thank Beverley (healthyawakenings.com) for her sacred abilities to communicate with animals.

So we went for that walk toward the sunset. As we rounded the corner connecting us to the trail , the brilliance of the sun setting over the hill connected us to Bells. It connected me to the symbolism of walking towards the light. I whispered to Meashie “ Look at the light ! You will be there soon. We are going for this little walk and Dad will come home and we will help you get there “.

Miss Meashie Mudpie Tumbleweed March 25th, 2010-January 15th, 2025Nicknames : Meashie MeeroJuJu MeachBeaches MeachieMeas...
01/17/2025

Miss Meashie Mudpie Tumbleweed
March 25th, 2010-January 15th, 2025

Nicknames :
Meashie Meero
JuJu
Meach
Beaches
Meachie
Meash

Meashie came to be my dog when she was 5 years old. She had lived in many places with various people. She came with Eric, my now ex-partner. I always thought it was funny that a man I nicknamed “Sasquatch Jesus” who was a mechanic with thick meaty hands, would have a dog like Meashie. She was a Shih-tzu-Maltese cross after all. I thought his 12 year old daughter Kyrija had named her . No- it was Eric.

She came to my home after she took care of a friend who was dying of cancer. Everyday Meashie would lie with her while Eric was at work . When she moved in with me, she declared me hers. She was my shadow . In typical small dog fashion, she would love me and only me- allowing others only brief snuggles. My sister would endlessly try to win her over saying “look ! I think she is almost relaxing in my arms!”. Also in typical small dog fashion, she was extra cute and children would naturally run towards her with glee. Until she showed them her teeth which we called her moustache. She ran the roost of the home not allowing any dogs near her as she didn’t really like dogs. She was a mini person worthy of miles of space! If she greeted you ( which was rare) she liked you.

But she was also a big dog like the other dogs. She went on big dog 1 hour walks until she got sick this December. I was always so proud of her endurance and ability as she had the shortest little legs. She jumped over logs, she swam in shallow water, and just this November, she had her last Haida Gwaii trip which she loved. We ended up going down the wrong path and got stuck in thick deep mud. It turned pitch-black and Meashie was such a trooper as we waded in and out of the river bed trying to get home. I was always amazed at how she could log hop on the beach with her short little legs.

She was my bed companion every night. She would get all of her remaining energy out by chasing her tail and barking. It was so hilarious and made me laugh. The way animals touch us is like no other can touch. How she decided I was her being was truly an honour. I always said I would never get a little dog. Not because I didn’t like small dogs. I didn’t want a little dog because I knew how much they chose you and felt safe with you. I didn’t want a small dog because someday they would die leaving a hole in your heart that only a small dog would leave. But it’s not a hole the size of their body. It’s the hole of having a baby like being dependant on you and only you. One that chooses you wholeheartedly.

We went for a walk today with me holding her the whole way in a purple fleece blanket. The trees said good-bye with their creeks. A rabbit ran by to say good-bye. The wind blew her hair. Her nose sniffed the familiar scents of the trail. We visited my favourite tree and said good-bye. Although she was too winded to walk, she asked to go down to have her final trail poo . Towards the end of the walk, she leaned toward me staring into my eyes, and reached to my face to give me a final kiss on the cheek as if to say thank-you for the walk. She wasn’t the type to kiss my face so I took that kiss in like water in the desert.

She died peacefully in my arms with Eric ( her Dad) present . She will be greatly missed by many. We love you Meashie! See you on the other side!

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According to an old Native American legend, one day there was a big fire in the forest. All the animals fled in terror in all directions, because it was a very violent fire. Suddenly, the jaguar saw a hummingbird pass over his head, but in the opposite direction. The hummingbird flew towards the fire!

Whatever happened, he wouldn't stop. Moments later, the jaguar saw him pass again, this time in the same direction as the jaguar was walking. He could observe this coming and going, until he decided to ask the bird about it, because it seemed very bizarre behavior.

"What are you doing, hummingbird?" he asked.

"I am going to the lake," he answered, "I drink water with my beak and throw it on the fire to extinguish it." The jaguar laughed. 'Are you crazy? Do you really think that you can put out that big fire on your own with your very small beak?'

'No,' said the hummingbird, 'I know I can't. But the forest is my home. It feeds me, it shelters me and my family. I am very grateful for that. And I help the forest grow by pollinating its flowers. I am part of her and the forest is part of me. I know I can't put out the fire, but I must do my part.'

At that moment, the forest spirits, who listened to the hummingbird, were moved by the bird and its devotion to the forest, miraculously they sent a torrential downpour, which put an end to the great fire.

The Native American grandmothers would occasionally tell this story to their grandchildren, then conclude with, "Do you want to attract miracles into your life? Do your part."

“You have no responsibility to save the world or find the solutions to all problems—but to attend to your particular personal corner of the universe. As each person does that, the world saves itself.’"

- author unknown

Art by Laron

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