Animals the Bridge to Human Healing?

Animals the Bridge to Human Healing?

Do you ever wonder why a certain situation or experience has come your way?

Having been closely connected to the Animal Kingdom since a child, I’ve never found it easy seeing an animal hurt or injured. This year, two experiences came across my path.

1x lamb, born with a malformed leg, and 1 x cat with a broken pelvis.

Both experiences have given me the opportunity to see first hand the vast difference in how animals and humans experience the healing process.

Think back to a time when you were told by a GP, Doctor or Surgeon, how long an injury or illness would last. Then ask yourself:

  • Did you question the length of time predicted for you to heal?
  • If so, what was your prediction?
  • Did you heal within your timeframe (if predicted) or within the professional timeframe?
  • If your healing took longer than the original time (or is still unhealed) have you any idea why?


Before I continue, please know that I am not knocking our health system in the UK. It is one I value and respect. My thoughts in this piece are about us ALL taking responsibility for our own self-healing, alongside the NHS (or other health care system), in order to ease the strain of public demand, and to create a more streamlined way of working together.

The lambs arrived on the land where I live, into the most beautiful weather. This was a new experience for me, and it was idyllic to be part of the process. Each day, more tiny, but oh so capable, lambs were born. Each instinctively knew how to suckle on their mother’s teat, and only a couple needed bottle feeding – of course I was the first to volunteer.

I became very fond of all the newborns. The only blot on the landscape was one lamb who arrived not fully on all fours. One leg was limp and flaccid. The farmer did his best and put a splint around the limb, which did help, but the lamb’s leg still dragged behind his three competent ones.

I observed this determined little creature. He showed no sign of knowing that he was different from the other lambs. He played with his siblings and doggedly followed his mum to feed. Who, by the way, showed him no favours. How else would he gain his strength if she were to mollycoddle him? How would he know how to survive without this strict and wise guidance? Being a mum of three, the sheep had to think of her other two lambs who also needed feeding, plus she had her own job of foraging for grass and keeping her strength up. Her strong decision was to continue her ‘lamb raising’ process regardless.

I learned from the farmer that one of two things would happen. The lamb would basically sink or swim. Nature is a natural empowerer, only the fittest survive. Either a fox would catch the lamb as prey one night, if he was lagging behind the others, or he would persevere and grow stronger.

What happened? The flock were taken to another field for a few months and have only just returned. There was no limping lamb in sight and so I asked the farmer how he had faired. I have to admit his answer surprised me. “Just fine”, he replied, “in fact you can’t tell him apart from the others now.’

I was delighted of course but I had questions….

  • What had caused this remarkable healing to occur without a vet’s intervention?
  • How had a floppy leg, that looked as if it was without bones, become a fully functioning leg?
  • Had the lamb’s purpose of survival created an inner power to heal his leg?
  • Could the lack of attention to the damaged leg, be connected to the recovery?
  • If the lamb did not feel different or ‘less than’ than the other lambs, could this have created an environment for healing to occur?


With those questions still unanswered an injured cat arrived, literally on my doorstep. I had agreed to look after two cats that live here on the land. On the eve of the handover, one arrived with a missing tooth, cuts, and a broken pelvis. He looked too exhausted to be shocked by his recent ordeal with a car.

The vet’s prescription; pain killers and six weeks confined to a cage for the bones to repair. Luckily no plaster was needed for one side of the body was still intact and could be the scaffolding for the other side to knit to. How clever is the body? Due to the location of the break there were possible predicted issues with urination and bowel movements – I was warned the second may not arrive for a week.

I was glad to be armed with the information, but I decided not to dwell on it. The lamb fresh in my memory, I planned to take some tips from the sheep mum and see this young cat as already healed and fully in charge of himself. I would simply supply the food, water, kindness, care and trust. In other words, I decided not to interfere in the natural healing process that I now knew animals were easily capable of.

The pure white slim cat, who I nicknamed my White Lion (as this coincided with the Lionsgate Portal), slept more or less nonstop for 48 hours. He then happily laid around taking in his new trappings unquestioningly. We also celebrated a bowel movement within the first 24 hours. Not something I would have thought I’d be so excited about.

I marvelled at the cat’s complete surrender to his situation. Not even a miaow to record his change of scene and the metal box that was keeping him from the outdoors where he spends the majority of his time. It’s taken me numerous years of mind management and meditation to hope to achieve the kind of pure surrender I saw this cat immediately adopt in his current situation. It has always been the animals who have shown me the way. They are, and continue to be, my inspiration for exactly this reason.

I always talk to animals, as I would a person, and on day two, I explained to him that I was keeping him in the box so that when he came out, he could walk and run as well as he had always done. I’m not even sure he needed this information, for he accepted my words with a relaxed stare, blinking occasionally and then he licked my hand.

What happened? Each day he rested, looking more alert and becoming a little more vocal. After a week I let him stretch his legs around the room and he did so with his usual inquisitiveness. Sniffing all around and before I could stop him, he jumped up on a chair and began to settle down to sleep.

As I write this he is back in his metal box, slumbering in his relaxed fashion. He continues to build more strength and I’m intrigued to see how he will be in another week when I hand him back to his family.

It’s been my honour and privilege to observe his healing, his dignity, his acceptance and his surrender to the unexpected situation. As we live in the same grounds I am already imagining him sauntering over to hang out with me as he usually does. Fully rested, healed and ready to terrorise the local mice again.

I finish by saying that if we might adopt some of the traits that the animals live by, couldn’t our own human healing improve?


  • How much does our doubt and questioning of our situation affect our recovery after an accident, illness, or through the basic happenings of life that shake us about?
  • How accepting are you of what happens in your life?
  • How much do you accept that your mind is just one of the key factors in your healing?


Can you imagine a world with less stress, more acceptance, and where surrender is a skill and not a failing? Where unexpected hold-ups are seen as a chance for potential deeper understanding and connection?

The animals already are doing this – isn’t it time we joined them?

Jo Courtney

Harnessing a new Human H E R D

HomeHERD Global: Advanced Energy Entrainment Experiences

Author of I L L U M I N A T I O N


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