I have told this story to so many people...

Round about October 2004, our then 12 year old Chocolate Point Siamese boy became unwell; he was a bit constipated and seemed a bit dazed. We were visiting the vet anyway for his annual booster and I mentioned this to the vet. The vet checked him over and thought he seemed okay and then gave him his booster and some liquid paraffin. Unfortunately, he deteriorated rapidly and we were back at the vet next day to discover he had a really high temperature. The vet thought he had had a reaction to his booster but I suspected this was not the case and something more serious was happening. He soon began to vomit blood and pass blood and was refusing to eat or drink. Over the next week the vet then began to do every test possible and everything showed up negative except his red  blood cell count which had plummeted from 40 to 16. The vet said he needed a blood transfusion but there was no point when we did not know why the red blood count was dropping; he thought it could be a bleed form somewhere or something else. After a week of tests and intravenous fluids daily the vet decided to send a further few test off to the vet school. By this time the skeletal Nudge was slipping away from us and the vet said that either he would be dead within the next few days or we would need to decide to have him put to sleep.

ENTER Rosie who receives a distraught phone call from me.

Why did I phone Rosie?

Well over the years I had listened to her talk about her various healing experiences and training sessions and when Nudge's sister, Khamsin was dying of pulmonary cancer, Rosie had used 'crystals' on her to make her more comfortable during a stay in the cattery while we were on holiday. (The holiday was booked before the cat took ill and I felt that I was leaving Khamsin in good hands; the vet had said she wasn't ready to be put down and still had reasonable quality of life.) After she died, Nudge was inconsolable, but Rosie gave him some 'magic potion' name not remembered by me and he slept for 24 hours and woke up no longer grief stricken. These two experiences didn't make me any less sceptical but desperate I was, so..

I phoned Rosie and explained my predicament. She, IMMEDIATELY, WITHOUT ANY HESITATION, said she would get to work. Naively I asked whether she would come to Nudge or should I come bring Nudge to her. "Neither", she responded. She would do 'distance healing' and call me back in half an hour.  By the time I put the phone down, my husband was shaking his head in complete disbelief: first that I had phoned Rosie to ask her to do this and second that she was doing it from a distance. He is....was...even more sceptical than me.

After I put the phone down we sat and watched Nudge lying on the couch, on top of a hot water bottle, wrapped in a blanket. By this point he was no longer controlling his temperature- all extremities were cold- he was effectively shutting down and the blood supply was going to major organs only. Rosie duly called back in half an hour and confirmed the vet's suspected diagnosis. Interestingly, she also added that she had seen that it was not Nudge's time to die - tell that to the semi-dead, skeletal cat lying on the couch... or wait a minute...the semi-dead, skeletal cat getting up and walking to his litter tray- something he had not done in about eight days (that is walk or use his litter tray without being placed in it). Barely half an hour after Rosie's distance work, Nudge had moved of his own volition - this in itself was a miracle. A while later, as I had done every night for the past 7 nights or so, I carried Nudge to his chair (he had not moved from this chair all week unless carried somewhere and given that he usually slept on my pillow, this showed how unwell he felt) and tucked him up not knowing whether he would be alive the next day or not. At about 3 am I was woken by a spine-chilling, ear piercing sound.... Nudge crying. I stumbled out of my bed, expecting the worst, to find Nudge standing by his food bowl, demanding to be fed. He promptly demolished half a chicken breast and then asked for more!

I phoned Rosie next day and explained and she said she would do another session anyway. I went to the vet and explained. He didn't scoff as I expected him to; instead he asked if I thought she could do anything for his bones! He couldn't explain the sudden turn around and no-one was more surprised than him when Nudge had his blood tested and the red blood count had gone up to 26 out of 40. In addition to this, results came back from the vet school which indicated that Nudge had low level FIP (Feline Infectious Peritonitis) - fatal in a sick cat but which can lie dormant in a well cat.

Nudge continued to improve and in the days that followed his blood count continue to rise to 36 at which point the vet said it didn't need to be tested any more.

What else can I say? We inflicted a Border Terrier puppy named Buddy on Nudge in May - they have a love/hate relationship - and Nudge was 13 on the 12th of August and continues to thrive and eat like a horse. Yes, he's been to the vets for ear mites and for an ear infection but if I thought anything more serious was afoot I would have no hesitation in contacting Rosie, no hesitation at all.