We got an email from this cat’s Mama for a 2nd Reiki session. Last time we had a Reiki session for him was near the end of last year.  She said It’s time for me to ask for another session for Simon–he’s declining as his lungs fill with fluid, and coughing so much lately. This weekend I came very close to taking him to the vet for an x-ray to see if the fluid is outside his lungs–unlikely with HCM, but if it is, they can extract it with a needle and help make him more comfortable.  The coughing eased up a bit, but each time he has a spell, it just kills me, knowing the end is near.  Between bouts and deep deep naps, he’s perky and sparkly as always.

When we sent him the Reiki, he said:

Simon said right away, its the Reiki ladies! I remember because I have a great memory! I’m not feeling too well, just very tired. Tell Mom that its okay for me to just rest and relax now. I’m old and you know and even with the Reiki healing energy I dont want to do too much. I do want to soak up the energy and the warmth from the Reiki that I am receiving. Tell Mom not to worry. Its my journey and I’m fine with it. I’m a pretty content cat so let’s just enjoy all that there is.

We sent the Reiki to his heart and lungs taking out any possible fluid there. We also gave him an overall physical healing as well. Archangel Raphael wrapped him a in green healing of light all around him.

We heard back from Simon’s Mama:

When I came in, he came downstairs to greet me, which only recently he’s begun to stop doing as much (it used to be every evening’s ritual). I was asking him as soon as I came in, “Did Candy and Ming come to see you?” I was busy unpacking from today’s gigs for a while, and he seemed perky enough–no coughing and such.

But when I sat down to give him a hug, after a few moments I felt around his ribcage–and it didn’t feel as hard, rounded and bloated as it has become lately.  I thought I was just trying to perceive that, but later, when he lay on his side,visually, there was no pronounced ridge from his ribs as I’ve seen for the last week-plus.  It was a sharp edge in his fur before, since he’s pretty thin now–tonight that ridge was gone.  And his chest is smaller–less full of fluid.  He has coughed once–wetly, as it’s been.  But the reduction in his ribcage–wow.

And then I got your email.  Simon has several qualities that I’ve always (vainly?) considered particularly precious–and chief among them is his memory.  My husband and I were just discussing it a couple of nights ago–it’s one of the main reasons I decided against medicating his condition when diagnosed–he would never forgive me or come up for hugs again.  I know from trying to medicate for minor illnesses when he was younger.  Not only is it like trying to pill a Slinky made of ice, he never forgets.  Anything.  So from the first line of your report, I was touched.

As I write this, Simon is on his side with his right leg in the air, getting a big belly rub from his Poppa Cat–which we haven’t dared do in at least two or three weeks.

Thank you ladies, you’ve made a believer out of me. Thank you, thank you.