Reiki Dog

reiki dog
Was it a coincidence that the very same day that I was
reading a book chapter about treating dogs with Reiki, was the day when my dog
Dubi had indigestion? “If I had Reiki, I could help him!” I thought, and soon
after that day, I went to be trained and initiated in the Japanese healing art,
and I became a practitioner.
When I read the chapter about Reiki Mastery, I felt my chest
open and lift up, as I imagined what it would be like to have this power of
touching people and turning them into Reiki healers!
Hands treating dog with Reiki, from the book Bodo J. Baginski and Shalila Sharamon
December 1999: Following a few months of apprenticeship with
my teacher Omri Blan, I officially became a Reiki Teaching Master, and went on
to teach everyone that I could literally lay my hands on: my dad and my
stepmom, my friends, my cousins, my cousin’s wife, my cousin’s wife mother, and
of course, my dogs!
By the time I adopted Kinook, my adorable Akita-Chow girl, I
was already well established as a Reiki teacher and professional healer, and
the first thing I did was to squat near my dog and lay my hands on her. The
first thing she did was to say: “No way, woman!” and move three meters away.
Akitas are independent dogs, a bit aloof, like cats, and
given my super warm, sensual affectionate way of being, we had a bit of a
personality clash – or was it cultural, Japan’s coolness versus the Balcanic /
Middle-Eastern fire? If I massaged her, she would stay; if my hands stopped and
beamed the heat typical to Reiki hands, she’d move away.
The years have passed, and I managed to attune Kinook to the
first two levels of Reiki, using a plush toy for surrogate. I don’t have a way
to know what this did for her, because she couldn’t tell me of any sensations
that she felt or mental images she saw. I know that distance Reiki attunement
works, based on my experience with people. One time I attuned from a distance an
anorexic six-year old boy who was on his way out to the hospital: his mom, who
was my student, put him in a chair for twenty minutes at our pre-agreed time,
while I was in my home, using my teddy bear to represent the child. The boy
told his mother of a great heat that he felt during the process; later, at the
hospital, his spirits were unusually high, and he ate a great deal of food that
he then kept! The doctors released him home.
In the years towards the end of her long life, Kinook had
chronic pain, a knee that kept getting in and out of her joint, throwing her
structure off balance, as she compensated for that leg; and she had back and
hip pain, difficulty sitting down and coming up off the floor. And just like
that, one day Kinook accepted my Reiki hands on her; at first her head was up
and her ears were perked as if she was listening to the sensations in her body under
the warm touch of my hands; then later, towards the end, when she was sixteen,
she’d fall asleep under my hands. I did all sorts of things to manage her pain,
mostly diet and supplements, but that was not enough. When pain kept her up and
panting, I’d put my hands on Kinook’s back, feeling her body’s response to my
touch; soon her breathing would slow down, and she’d lie on her side and sleep
Reiki was good for her, and when she really needed it, she
accepted the treatment. And it was good for me, because nothing is worse than
helplessly watching a loved one suffer, feeling unable to help. Instead of
helpless I was helpful, and at the wee hours of the night or in weekends, when
there was no-one to call for help, Reiki kept saving the day for both of us.