the lessons learned from Pixie

pixie in her cave

Pixie and I continue to teach each other many things. I feel that she is visiting me in the second dog  body in this life time. I had a dog named Sandy, a german shephard collie mix,  as a child and she was only with our family for one year. This time around, she has already been with me for 8 years. I am so grateful for all of the time together. As all of you know, she has had a mast cell tumor that she has called the "bump" and it has been growing gradually over the  past four years. Upon returning from Sedona on Sept 19th , Nat and I noticed that it was significantly bigger. We had avoided surgery for years since it often exacerbates these tumors and they begin to spread. Let me also add, that the vet wanted to operate four years ago and we opted for less invasive solutions at the time.


I had to take her for this appointment with the same vet, Dr. Chris Newman, that we have had for years. I was dreading the I told you so's and hearing the current options. Of course, she was quite kind and simply said how great it was that the tumor had taken this long to grow this big.  At this point ,since the tumor was so big, the only real option was to do surgery or it would open up. Before the surgery scheduled in three days time, we spoke with Whitney Taylor, a fine animal communicator. Pixie adores speaking with her since she is fun and quick to understand. Pixie said that she already knew about the surgery and this was a great lesson for her. She was going to trust Nat and I in this decision and trust spirit during this process. She asked to wear a green ribbon during her healing after the surgery. Nat and I were so moved by this declaration.

We took her for surgery on friday , September 20th and she walked away from the waiting area towards her surgery, with incredible grace and courage. She led with her big heart and  trust. It  was awesome for us to see. Currently, she is healing very well and is looking forward to running really fast again. She refers to it as making" my muscles sing". A dear friends  family dog died yesterday and it reminded me that things change so quickly and " bumps" come and go.