The acute suffering of my beautiful Golden Retriever Sebastian started with what appeared to be a normal canine cold.
Coughing, sneezing during food intake, salivating quite often gave the impression of tonsillitis or some kind of cough.
With the cough he brought up masses of mucus and the food he had eaten hours ago.
Normal homoeopathic treatment didn't make it go away so I travelled to the vet's who then sent me on to a clinic for a gastroscopy.
There and then we discovered that he was suffering from megaoesophagus, an enlargement of the oesophagus which means that food isn't transported into the stomach anymore.
The cause of this needed to be determined they said and sent us home with some form of acid blockers to take every morning.
They also advised me to feed him from an elevated position.
To cut a long, unpleasant story short, Sebastian's suffering did not end, he vomited several times at night and during the day.
He was in great pain and distress because he couldn't eat as he loved to and felt sick all day long.
His nights were worse than his days.
Over the course of this he, who had always been just that little bit overweight, lost nine kilo and became all skin and bones.
The vets couldn't help us.
They said the cause would need to be found which would take up to four weeks.
Even then it was doubtful that the oesophagus would ever return to normal function.
So this was the very unhappy situation we found ourselves to be in.
My heart was bleeding to see my poor boy suffer with nothing I could do for him as he became more and more frail.
Then I had the idea to take him to the clinic and have them give him an infusion with nutrients he needed.
Discussing this with my chemist he said that in order to do this they would tie him up for a day so that he would not pull out the tubes.
Oh my God, what a dreadful thought! With a very, very heavy heart I sat down with Sebastian and asked him, what he would like to happen.
In my deep meditation he let me know that he did not wish to receive any conventional medical treatment and that he did not want to be taken to the clinic for what he classified as torture.
He made it very clear that he wanted to keep his dignity.
He showed me a wonderful, peaceful place and said that this was where he would be going to.
I felt a glimpse of deep peace, happiness and freedom.
This was such a beautiful feeling that I would have liked to stay in that place myself.
So there and then I promised that he would not be made to take conventional medical treatment, that I would treat him with NMT and follow his advice on how things should go on.
Believe it or not, after having made my promise Sebastian became happier and more lively than he had been for a long time.
He started to look like a very young dog and behaved like a youngster.
I knew what his wish would be but it sure wasn't mine.
So I tested his intentions with the use of my Biotensor over and over again.
The answer was always the same: I want to go home! I prayed and asked for guidance to do the right thing for my beloved friend of ten years.
After all, I thought, my own mental state might be fooling me into hearing messages which he was not sending out.
Time and time again, the answer was the same.
I did a special NMT pathway which is used to find out whether someone really wants to change his condition or not but Sebastian's metrics clearly showed that he found that the time in his now weak and frail body had come to an end and that he agreed with leaving his body.
So then, on his last day, I tested him which vet he wanted to go to.
Then I had a brave idea which intended to finally bring me peace of mind and recognize exactly what it was he would want to happen: I would take my Biotensor and test Sebastian's agreement to the use of the euthanasia drugs and to all that would come from that! The vet Sebastian had chosen wisely agreed and then I tested whether there was an energetic agreement between Sebastian and the drugs or not.
The agreement was clearly indicated.
Then I tested the drugs on two other dogs who clearly showed utter disagreement.
So I had to accept the hard and for me, bitter truth, that my friend really wanted to make his transition there and then.
Sebastian peacefully left his body with my holding his paw and lovingly bidding him fare well, knowing that what I had done was right.
But even so, it will take some time to digest the things that happened in those dreadful three weeks and their, to me, bitter ending.