Echo's Transistion

Echo was a flea-bitten gray horse, with brown speckles everywhere, and crystal clear hairs in her mane and tail. We met
in October, 1976, when she was a broodmare on an Arabian farm in New York State. A beginner at riding doesn't
usually start out with a novice horse, but I fell in love at first sight of her. Somehow, over the years, we learned how to
have great times and not get in trouble. We enjoyed trail riding and had fun doing dressage, too. Echo loved to be ridden
and to gallop across field. She was always as eager for my companionship as I was for hers.
October, 1998. After a summer of dry weather, heavy rain was predicted for the next several days. That afternoon, I
discovered Echo panicked and galloping in her turnout. She was breathing hard and sweaty under her winter coat. I
walked her out and thought about how difficult the coming winter would be for her. For the previous six months, she often
stumbled on smooth ground. She was unable to maintain her body temperature if she was slightly damp and the
temperature was less than 75 degrees. Confinement in a stall for any length of time caused her legs to fill up.
Echo would be very sore tomorrow and would be confined to her stall for nearly 5 days due to the weather. The
nutritional supplements which reduced her pain and inflammation would not be enough. I gave her some bute paste and
left her in her stall.
The next morning, it was pouring rain. Echo was in her stall and very uncomfortable. I gave her more bute. An hour later,
I returned to increase the dosage. I was often aware of Echo's physical needs without consciously asking her about them.
I would just "know", just as I had known this day that she needed a higher level of medication.
As I left the barn, I realized that Echo might very likely need constant drugs from now on. I suddenly suspected she might
be ready to leave her body. For over a week now, when I would ask about her transition, she had said "very soon". The
word "very" was new in her answers. I had to find out what she wanted to do. I also wanted to be sure my own feelings
didn't interfere with my telepathic reception.
At home, I prepared for sacred ceremony. I used Reiki symbols and sage to prepare myself and a sacred space. I then
used a rattle and a mantra to center myself. I invited all the beings of spirit who work with me and Echo to be present.
Then I spoke with Echo. She told me that it was time for her to leave, that she was ready, and that she would need help. I
could feel in my own body that this was true, and all my guides confirmed it.
As I made the arrangements that day, I became more and more certain that I was doing what Echo wanted. This certainty
was a physical sensation, deep in my gut. It got stronger and stronger as I made the arrangements for euthanasia. A
personal friend, who is also our veterinarian, would do the task. I called or e-mailed Echo's and my friends to let them
know and to give them an opportunity to say goodbye. I invited a very few people to be present for this sacred moment.
At 7 p.m. the next evening, Echo and I, our veterinarian, and two friends, Addy, and Kate, walked with flashlights
through runs and pastures until we stood under a large tree near the center of the farm. The rain had stopped but the air
was damp and sky was overcast. When we reached the chosen spot, Echo stood quietly and did not even try to graze,
The vet began injecting a large syringe full of euthanasia drug into her jugular vein.
Before the injection was completed, Echo went down slowly onto her right side. Addy put her arm around me for
support, as I was still holding the lead rope. We were all startled -- Echo's legs began moving. Lying on her side, she was
literally galloping, her right feet cutting into the Earth. She ran and ran and ran, like a plane headed down a runway, taking
off for her flight into spirit. After a long while, her legs finally stopped moving.
The vet knelt behind her head and finished the injection. We all waited quietly for Echo to complete her transition. Her
breaths were long and relaxed, with long pauses every third one or so. The vet kept trying to close Echo's eyes. Echo
kept opening them.
Echo was still with us and was taking her time leaving. The vet decided to give Echo more drugs. This meant a long walk
back to her van near the barn. Addy went along to show her the way. Meanwhile, Kate and I checked out Echo'
energetically. Echo's energy was no longer in her feet or legs or the lower half of her torso. In the upper half we could still
feel her spiritual energy.
When Addy and the veterinarian returned, Echo received another a huge dose of tranquilizer. We all expected her to
expire quickly. Instead, Echo started snoring, gentle little snores at the end of each exhalation. The vet shook her head in
disbelief and dismay. "I've given that horse enough to kill two elephants," she said. She left for her office to get more
drugs.
Again, Kate and I checked Echo energetically. Her spiritual essence had withdrawn all the way into her spine. Only the
crown chakra was wide open. It appeared that when she was ready, Echo would leave through the highest spiritual center
of the body. Meanwhile, the first and second chakras felt "stuck". I put some Reiki symbols into them with the intention to
help the process. Kate also did energy work to help Echo move on. Echo remained in control and clearly was taking her
time.
We turned off the flashlights and sat on the damp earth. There was enough light in the sky from Granby and Hartford to
see, once our eyes adjusted to the dimness. It was cool and damp, but not uncomfortable. Ironically, I was having my one
unfulfilled dream come true, sitting on the ground next to Echo while she lay beside me, stroking her and talking to her.
Kate and I agreed that Echo was teaching all of us about the process of death and what we can and cannot control for
another. I felt very peaceful, serene and uplifted. It was a very precious moment. Echo was clearly not in any distress or
pain. It was beautiful. It was perfection. I felt God's Grace all around us.
Finally the vet returned with a 6-inch long needle and a small vial. She explained that this drug stops the breath. She
injected it directly into Echo's heart. In less than two minutes, Echo stopped breathing. Kate and I could feel that her spirit
energy was gone from her body.
My veterinarian friend was very relieved. She had hoped this process would be over quickly to protect me from the pain
she knew I would feel. Now that it was over, she bent down and kissed Echo good-bye on the forehead.
"Did you put perfume on her?" She asked, lifting her head as if startled.
"No," I assured her. I leaned over Echo's forehead, kissed her and sniffed. I smiled to myself. A wonderful, indescribable
fragrance was present. It was very light, faintly hinting of sweetness and flowers, but was unlike any Earthly bloom. I
recognized it. It was the aroma of Echo's essence, of her true Self. I invited Kate and Addy to smell it, too.
The great spiritual masters of India, the Holy Ones, have often been described as having incredibly beautiful aromas
coming from their bodies even when sitting on garbage heaps. Echo's physical body had always smelled wonderful to me
- not the deep, rich odor of blood-bay horses (she was a flea-bitten gray with blood-bay speckles), but a more delicate
bouquet hinting of that opulent scent. And like these holy beings who also leave through the Crown Chakra, Echo had
told me she would not be reincarnating again on the Earth plane.
Three days later, while I lay on the floor with my cat companion, Violet, sitting atop my stomach, Echo arrived in full spirit
form to reunite with me. Her energy was palpable. She was larger than her physical body, and with enormous wings. She
barely fit into my small healing room. Mentally I threw my arms around her neck, as I had done so many times when she
was alive. She wrapped her wings about me in a huge, tender hug. We merged completely into love.
Echo lived her entire life without ever hurting anyone. She was gentle and kind, not knowing how to defend herself against
the aggression of other horses. Small animals (mostly cats) shared her stall, safely sleeping in her hay while she ate and
moved around them. Humans who feared horses were rarely afraid in her presence. Children always wanted to touch her.
Echo was also spirited and energetic, full of life, love, humor and joy. She was a great friend, companion, and teacher.
Even in Transition, she taught us all with love. Echo lives on. She is available to me whenever I ask, and comes to visit
often even when I don't ask. I thank God for the great Blessing of her presence in my life!

About The AuthorRev. Nedda Wittels, M.A., M.S., is a telepathic Animal Communicator, Spiritual Counselor, and
Shamballa Master/Teacher, offering private sessions in communication and healing for humans and animals. She teaches
workshops in Animal Communication, Communication with Nature, and Shamballa Multidimensional Healing. She can be
reached at 860.651.5771, NeddaW@aol.com, and http://www.raysofhealinglight.com.

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