Betsy has a battle ahead of her. The story of her rescue and subsequent cancer diagnosis will appear in the next issue of “Thump” so you’ll get all the details there. Betsy is living at our foster home for special needs and sanctuary rabbits, where I volunteer weekly. A few days after she settled in there, into her “hospice foster home,” I gave Betsy a Reiki treatment.
Betsy stayed inside her hideout box while I did my typical chores, tending to the rabbits of varying needs and speeds. After chores were done, I cleansed the space with my Thieves spray, anointed my third-eye chakra with a drop of lavender oil and rubbed a few drops of lavender oil between my palms. I sat in front of Betsy’s enclosure– she lives in a multi-level condo. Her upstairs neighbor is the legendary Maurice, a big white bunny boy who has more personality than most humans you encounter on the daily.
I began our healing session with the door to her enclosure open, my hands outstretched but still outside, calling upon my guides, Betsy’s guides and welcoming all energies of healing and comfort. Almost immediately, Betsy bounded from her hideout and started eating pellets from the crock in her enclosure. She ate for the duration of our session, even when I transitioned to hands-on healing. She ate with an even pace, not gobbling too fast but not quite taking breaks either. One pellet at a time, taking in the nutrition as a sign for me that she was also allowing the healing energies to flow.
Betsy shared some gems with me while we worked together. She described the veterinarian who operated on her, Dr. George, as gentle and said that she knew Dr. George helped her. Betsy shared that her foster mom is “cool” and they have a sisterly bond. Betsy likes where she is. She is receptive to and grateful for all the care she’s receiving. She reported no current pain beyond the typical pain or discomfort that she feels—she’s used to how she feels now. Betsy also told me that her neighbor Maurice is funny. Maurice snorted in acknowledgement (I don’t think I ever heard him snort before!).
As we closed the session, I called on Daphne II, a LIRRG-alum who has crossed over, to help heal Betsy. Daphne II lived in the same foster home for the final months of her time in this dimension. She and Betsy share a similar aesthetic so I found it fitting to link the two. As soon as I closed out our session, Betsy retreated to her hideout box.
Betsy might be with us for a few years… but more than likely her time will be less than that. Speaking of time, this is the perfect moment to remind myself that when I visit her foster home tomorrow to cover my weekly shift of chores that I must take some extra special time with her, with all of the darling rabbits. Because we have all the time we need, no matter what perceptions we have of time or confines we force upon it. Sending Betsy an abundance of love and light as she hops her battle.