Humane USA Political Action Committee

 

Heather Veleanu is on the steering committee with me for the Florida chapter of the Humane USA Political Action Committee which is the nation’s largest animal protection PAC.  She makes regular trips to Tallahassee to petition for better laws for the animals and had asked if I wanted to go with her.  Being new to all of this legislative process I thought it would be a great opportunity to watch an expert in action and was thrilled at the opportunity.

 

Trying to Remotely Heal a Bobcat

 

(Photo of Jamie dated 5/4/05 It’s my favorite photo of her because she is in her element)

 

My cell phone rang and my blood ran cold.  It always does.  We have to turn away hundreds of big cats each year and every time the phone rings it makes me sick to think that it will probably be some gut wrenching situation that I will have to say “no” to.  Not one for idle chit chat I always answer, “This is Carole.”  I never screen my calls by the caller ID because if I did, I probably would just never answer calls I did not recognize just to save exposure to the pain.

 

On the other end of the line was my husband, Howie, telling me that the Sheriff’s office had just called him reporting a bobcat being struck by a car.  Howie had dispatched Jamie and Scott to the scene already and was just letting me know they had it covered.

 

I had gotten the call as I was driving to a real estate closing. There was no way I could be there for the cat.  No way to hover over the cat and focus all of the energy and prayer I could into mending his crushed and broken body.  All I could do was try from afar; sort of like remote viewing.  I only had five minutes so I put every ounce of energy into imagining the cat before me; seeing him on the side of the road.  I envisioned his broken bones mending miraculously as I prayed they would.  I know how the impact with pavement causes “road rash” to scrape away the fur and skin from bone as these animals are hit with the force of an oncoming car at 50 MPH.  I pictured the skinless side of him, that would surely now be laying in the dirt and gravel of the roadside, pulling together as if being zipped back up. I took a deep breath of my own; wishing that into his own collapsed lungs.  I could see him looking better in my mind’s eye and had to walk into the closing to pay attention to the matter at hand.

 

Jamie just called and reported that the bobcat was alive and that much to her amazement, and that of the vet, he didn’t have any broken bones and no road rash.  Just a few spots of missing hair.  I was elated.  Had this worked?  I was so happy for the bobcat…but she continued, “The weird thing was that he had just eaten a rat or something and the impact had shattered the bones of his meal which pierced all of his vital organs and he would probably bleed to death.”  Jamie went on to say that he had been given medication for the pain and put in the incubator to spend the night at Carrollwood Cats with Dr. Stacie Wadsworth.

 

I was devastated.  I never thought about an injury coming from within.  How could his meal have all of its bones crushed and not the bobcats own ribs?  I felt certain the imaging and praying had worked, but I had not thought of everything.  All I could do was try again, based on this new understanding of his situation, but picturing how his internal organs SHOULD look was much harder for me to imagine.  He died at the vet’s office.

 

I've been writing my story since I was able to write, but when the media goes to share it, they only choose the parts that fit their idea of what will generate views.  If I'm going to share my story, it should be the whole story.  The titles are the dates things happened. If you have any interest in who I really am please start at the beginning of this playlist: http://savethecats.org/

 

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