I was at work one day, around Christmas time, when I got a call from my husband. He said that our cat was in the garage crying and he thought that something had happened to him. I immediately went home, and our other cat led me to the hurt one. He was in pretty bad shape. He would cry out in pain just to be touched in the gentlest way. As carefully as I could, I scooped him up and took him to the emergency vet to get evaluated.

The doctor said it seemed as though he had been hit by a car. Then she proceeded to tell me about all the surgery he would need including a full reconstruction of his face. I was told, without this surgery, my cat would not live through the night. I called my husband at home and told him the bad news. We discussed the situation, and decided that it was best we have our cat put to sleep rather than go through all that surgery. After hanging up, I told the doctor we could not afford all these surgeries, and I didn’t want my cat to go through all that. But I did not want him to die on a cold table in an animal hospital either. So she agreed to let me take him home with pain medication so he could pass in the comfort of home with his family.

As I was driving him home I cried. I have had this cat for 6 years. How was I going to cope with him being gone? And even worse, how was I going to tell my children!? I pulled into the driveway, and turned to my cat. “Beef!” I said, “It is not your time, you will survive this!” He just looked at me and gave a soft meow.
I carefully scooped him up and took him into the bathroom. I got fresh blankets for him to lie on and kept the heater going because he seemed to be cold all the time. I hand-fed him, squirted water and his medication in his mouth. I stayed in that bathroom with him the whole night. I fell asleep petting him. He had survived the night.

The next morning, I got up went straight to my phone to call the vet and tell them, my cat was still alive. She asked about his progress. I reluctantly told her that he had made none. She said to expect him to expire in the next couple of hours. I hung up, dug out my photo albums, pulled out every happy picture of my cat and taped them all over the bathroom wall. That way, when my kids or my husband went to see him, they would have no choice but to have happy thoughts.
Days went by, and he just lay there helpless in the bathroom. I literally had to do everything for him. One night I was laying on the floor with my cat, crying. I begged him not to give up. And I told him I wouldn’t give up either. I never let the image of a dead cat enter my head.

About a week went by, I came home from work, went into the bathroom, and he wasn’t there. I called his name. “Beef!” Silence. “Beef, where are you?”. I heard a faint meow coming from the living room. I looked around, and found my beloved cat, sitting under the Christmas tree. Incredible joy came over me. Although I had to hand-feed Beef for about 2 months after that, he did indeed, make a full recovery. Today he is as healthy and playful as a kitten.

That’s when a friend of mine told me about The Secret. She told me I had used The Secret to bring health back to my cat. He never received any surgery. And when I took him back to get evaluated. He didn’t need any either. Today I use The Secret in every aspect of my life. Big or small, it works every time!!