Hisser was one of Greg’s original cats. He came into Greg’s life about 18 years ago when they lived in Grand Cache, Alberta. He then moved with Greg to Innisfail, Alberta. He was a friendly cat that loved being around people. Even though he had a very comfortable cat house with the other cats, he preferred hanging around the house in case someone was available to provide some loving attention.

Hisser knew that I was a cat lover and welcomed me into his life about seven years ago. When we moved to British Columbia, he lived in a camper with Greg’s four other cats. He still hung around the house on a regular basis especially last spring. So much so that I made up a little house for him outside the door on the back patio.

He started getting thin which was very typical of him during that time of year. He then started asking for remedies for infection, etc. I asked if he wanted to go to the vet and he said, “No”. He continued to guide my Friend, Heather, and me as to what he needed i.e. remedies and energy work.

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Dusty was a wild mustang from the wild herd of Alberta, Canada. Greg considered himself to be very fortunate to attract her into his life from the First Nations when she was only 3 years old. Greg tamed and trained her; she proved to be one of those horses that was very faithful, reliable, grounded and powerful on all levels. She was a big part of his Outfitting Business in Alberta where he took various people out on pack trips into the mountains, offered trail riding and therapeutic riding, etc. Due to other work commitments, he reluctantly sold his Business along with a number of his horses. She was one of them much to their dismay. When he saw her a year later, he didn’t even recognize her as pining for him was taking a toll on her body. Needless to say, Dusty went home with Greg and the  two of them were together in physical until Dusty decided to leave body on September 29, 2012 at the age of 25 years old.

About 2 weeks before her passing, she told me that she would not be in body much longer. When I went to check on Greg’s herd on the evening of September 26, 2012, she did not come over which was very odd. When I got to her, she was looking miserable as she spewed green slime from her mouth and nose. I asked her if she had been poisoned and she said, “No, there is something in my throat.” I then returned to the barn to get a halter and some homeopathic remedies.

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