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"I brought Skye (a dog) into my home from the Humane Society in September.
She was (is) a sweet little girl, full of life and very playful with my other dog, Lika. One Friday night, Skye was in a
lot of pain. Saturday I took her to the vet, and he discovered she had a be-be embedded in the soft tissue in her back.
It had obviously been there for quite some time. Perhaps playing with Lika jogged the be-be and caused her pain. The vet
wanted to avoid unnecessary surgery (you can actually live with a foreign object in your body as long as it is not on a
nerve) and recommended leaving it in. The X-rays showed it was not in a major nerve mass and would be okay if we left it
as is." "Skye's first reading was early February. Renée's message, 'It has to come out, sooner rather than later,' kept coming up. I left it go. The second reading was at the end of March and the same message kept coming up, 'It has to come out, sooner rather than later.' This time I listened. Skye was slowing down, not as playful and I was already starting to suspect the be-be. The reading just confirmed my suspicions. It was removed mid-April and I have a new dog. It turns out the be-be, while not in a major nerve mass, was on a nerve. Would I have had it removed without a reading? I like to think so, eventually, but not as soon. I hate that my sweet little girl was in pain (or at least discomfort) and I let it go. She has a new energy about her and I love it. It was the right decision and I am happy I listened."
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"Several years ago, while visiting my brother in upstate New York,
my nieces, Julia and Vanessa, announced that we were all going to attend the Cornel University Veterinarian
Hospital Open House in Ithaca, New York.
Convinced that I needed a four legged companion, Julia, quickly spotted a cute, white, fluffy dog with a sign
around its neck, "Will you adopt me?" Julia and Vanessa were relentless in their pleas for me to adopt Max.
One week later, I found myself a proud owner of a five year old Wheaten Terrier mix, adopted from the
Tompkins County Humane Society. I had many wonderful years with my Max ... he was gentle, stoic, wise beyond
his years, and possessed a really "old soul."
One evening, at my home in Pittsburgh, Renée began talking with Max (much as she always did when she visited),
plopped on the floor beside him, turned him over, belly up, and began to stroke his silky fur. I noticed the concerned
look on her face, as she scanned his furry body with her deft hands, and softly whispered, "You need to get his
bladder checked." Max communicated to her that he was feeling discomfort in that area.
My memory shot back to a few weeks earlier. While walking Max, against the blanket of snow which had fallen
the night before, I noticed a few bright red drops of blood where he urinated. Alarmed, but not panicked, I
knew from previous dogs that this could be a sign of a bladder infection.
I made an appointment with my vet, who first tested him for a urine/bladder infection and prescribed a course of
antibiotics. Unfortunately, these did not work. Further tests revealed that my Max had a cancerous tumor, the
size of a golf ball, growing inside his bladder. Although most bladder tumors in dogs are inoperable, my vet was
convinced that the location of Max's tumor along the upper wall of the bladder was indeed operable. He was also
convinced that the tumor would have grown very large in a short period of time, if not diagnosed as early as it was.
My mother and I checked Max into the Ohio State University Veterinarian Hospital in Columbus, Ohio, where a team
of specialists, recommended by my vet, performed the operation. We were hopeful that the tumor, as well as the
surrounding cancerous tissue, would be all excised. Max stood the test, came through the operation beautifully, and
anxiously awaited his return home.
Although Max's cancer returned two years later, I am convinced of Renée's intuitive abilities and remain
forever grateful for her early warning and compassionate urging to seek medical help. Renée gave Max the
gift of extended life and, to me, she gave the gift of my beloved, four legged companion, for just a little while longer."
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Any horse owner will tell you their horse is not a pet.
He/She is a special friend who loves, understands, teaches and responds to your needs. I needed
Renée's help to explain to my horse, Gifted, that I wasn't going to be able to ride him
anymore. I was leasing him from his owner who now wanted to ride him exclusively. Gifted and I had
a special communication. I did not want him to think that I had abandoned him. I knew that my
communication skills couldn't convey the love or appreciation I had for him.
Renée came to the barn to speak to Gifted. He looked her in her eyes while they were talking,
nodding his head now and then as she repeated his answers to me. I learned that day that he was
lonely and wanted a friend to play with in the fields. We had tried to turn him out with some horses
but he always became aggressive. He told Renée that he wouldn't change his nature, but
he mentioned several horses that he liked. Gifted played happily with these horses after that day.
He also told Renée that he understood my communication, and that I understood his
thoughts! With Renée's help I was able to honor Gifted's friendship and I learned that
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