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Surrogate EFT for a sick dog

EFt Tapping Outdated ImageNote: This is one of 3,000 articles written prior to the updated Gold Standard (Official) EFT Tapping Tutorial™. As a result, it is likely outdated. It provides practical uses for EFT Tapping but you should also explore our newest advancement, Optimal EFT, by reading our free e-book, The Unseen Therapist™, and/or get help from a Certified EFT Practitioner.

Note: This article assumes you have a working knowledge of EFT. Newcomers can still learn from it but are advised to peruse our Free Gold Standard (Official) EFT Tutorial™ for a more complete understanding.

Hi Everyone,

A thank you to Eileen Sullivan for her detailed account about how she used EFT for her new "pound puppy." She says, "...but I'd never tapped on a dog before.  And this was a new and very sick dog that I didn't have a great connection with yet.  I brought her up onto my bed and she laid exhaustedly at my feet, while I watched her and tapped on myself for her.  It was stream-of-consciousness style EFT processing, just "tuning in" and tapping on anything I could think of that might help."

Hugs, Gary


By Eileen Sullivan, EFTCert-I

A few years ago, we adopted a 6 month old German Shepherd mix from our local animal shelter.  She had been seized from her previous owners, a case of neglect and eventual abandonment.  From her panic-stricken reactions to even a slightly raised voice, I suspected she'd been abused too.

When I first saw her, Aphrael was curled up on her little bed in the shelter, and she wouldn't even get up to take a doggie treat I offered her. I should've realized she was sick, but she didn't show any symptoms - she just seemed so sad that it broke my heart.  When they brought her out to meet me, she leapt straight into my lap!  She weighed about 36 pounds at that point, according to their records, so she was a lapful.  But that little burst of joy and hopefulness instantly endeared her to me, and my decision was made.  We brought her home.

Within 24 hours she was showing signs of illness: a dry hacking cough, a drippy nose, and terrible diarrhea.  I took her to our vet - a wonderful homeopathic veterinarian that we are extremely lucky to have in town - and the poor dog had both viral AND bacterial forms of kennel cough.  The vet gave me some homeopathics for her, and an immune support tincture. 

However, by the end of that day, Aphrael was refusing all food and water, and even the homeopathics didn't seem to help.  Her coat and eyes were getting dull, she was running a fever, she'd lost 4 pounds since leaving the shelter, and she was growing more and more alarmingly lethargic.  I felt sure that her situation was worsened by the continued loss of liquids, both from her constantly dripping nose and her diarrhea: liquids she wasn't replacing because she wouldn't drink.

By the next day, her weight had dropped to 30 lbs, and things didn't look good at all.  I was seriously afraid Aphrael was going to die.  All I could think of to do was EFT, but I'd never tapped on a dog before.  And this was a new and very sick dog that I didn't have a great connection with yet.  I brought her up onto my bed and she laid exhaustedly at my feet, while I watched her and tapped on myself for her.  It was stream-of-consciousness style EFT processing, just "tuning in" and tapping on anything I could think of that might help.

Multiple things came up.  How people had let her down, abandoned her, neglected her.  How she couldn't ever trust anyone again.  How she was self-sabotaging with her illness, to avoid the heartbreak of having us take her back to the shelter when she somehow disappointed us too - and she just knew she would.  How sad and lonely she had been, both in her previous home and at the shelter, and how she didn't even understand what she had done wrong to cause people to treat her so badly.  How she wasn't sure she wanted to live, and that she felt she might not deserve to get better or have a forever home and family.  After a while, she began to sleep more peacefully (she had been twitching and whimpering in her sleep), so I took that as a good sign and stopped tapping.

When she woke up, I took her outside and her diarrhea was a little better. Encouraged, I tried to hand-feed her a little bit of food I had made for her.  No dice.  She curled back up into a little ball on my bed and looked at me sorrowfully.  I started to tap some more, this time telling her that we all loved her and very much and wanted her to get better!  In the midst of this new tapping session, my husband called to check on the dog and I told him what was going on.  In frustration, I told him that I had decided that I would get an eye dropper and force water on the poor thing, if that's what it took to keep her alive.  I didn't want to force Aphrael, but I also didn't feel I could just let her die without trying everything I knew to help.

As I was saying this, I kept tapping on wanting her to drink so that she could get better.  I remember tapping on something like, "I'm Aphrael and I don't think I want to live but my new mom sure does want me to, so maybe I can trust one more time - enough to take a drink.  Take a drink.  Just take a drink.

I had gotten maybe halfway through the short-cut tapping points on that 'take a drink' phrase when Aphrael jumped off the bed and went straight to her water dish.  I sat there, dumbfounded, as she drank almost all the water in the little bowl (which I had laced with her medicines). After that, she was willing to drink water, took her medicines, finally began to eat a little, and of course, steadily improved as a result.

Aphrael weighs about 52 pounds now.  She is a happy, brilliantly smart and a very healthy 3 1/2 year old dog.  I can't prove it but I don't think she'd be around if it weren't for EFT.  If we'd lost her, our family would be missing a great jester, guardian and loving companion.  Thank goodness for EFT.  It helped me really rescue our "pound puppy"!

Eileen Sullivan

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