Once love blooms it never dies.
When traditional veterinary medicine did not offer any help, one family learns the true meaning of dedication, love, and a promise kept by talking with their pet, using the phenomenon of telepathic animal communication.
Learn how talking and applying holistic healing will help your pet when that heart-wrenching time arrives. Read this story and you will find answers to provide the best care for your furry family member.
"A Tail of Hope's Faith" proves beyond doubt that death is not an end. We already know that your animal family member will always live on in your heart, mind, and life. Be assured you will always be together as a love so strong will endure forever.
"A Tail of Hope's Faith" is a love story between a dog and her family as they experience physical and emotional healing beyond their wildest imagination, which brings them full circle with life itself.
What would you do and how far would you go for your furry family member? What could you learn if you would just listen?
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A Tail of Hope's Faith
By Diane Weinmann
Balboa PressCopyright © 2014 Diane Weinmann
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Hope and the Family
In November 2004, in a one-dog family that also included a rabbit and two cats, Rosanne Sopko, the mother of three children, decided to go back to work full-time. The children living with her and her husband in their Cleveland suburb were Mitch, a boy of fifteen, and her youngest son, Mackenzie, who was four weeks shy of turning fourteen. In addition to the boys, Rosanne's daughter, Jessica, was sixteen. Rosanne had not worked full-time for many years. This was a big decision that she did not make easily. That in itself was scary, but to top it off, she would be leaving her pets alone all day. This was indeed a big change for them. Their dog, Murray, had been adopted two years prior and had always had someone home with him. Now he would be left alone most of the day, and that did not sit right with the family. As a result, the search for a companion began.
Mitch, Rosanne's eldest son, went online to search for a pet to save. He used the same website for the local Cleveland Animal Protective League on Willey Avenue that he'd used when he'd found Murray. Murray had been given up at the age of nine months by his previous owners because of physical deformities that needed surgery. That didn't bother the Sopkos. Murray, with his long, black curly fur, was a great addition to their home, and they felt that another rescue dog would work out equally well.
The Sopkos found two puppies online and couldn't decide between a male and a female dog. The boy puppy looked like Nipper, the RCA dog. For those of you not old enough to remember the RCA dog, his body was mostly white with dark ears, and his head was always tilted as if he were listening. Very cute! He was part Jack Russell and part fox terrier and received his name because he would bite at the backs of people's legs—not a legacy the family wanted to repeat. This dog had been left to fend for himself—without food or water—in a foreclosed house.
The girl puppy was three months old, and she had a very compelling story. She'd been abandoned by her owners and left out in the cold November weather. The animal warden had picked her up off a freeway (where she was almost run over by a car) and had taken her to a kennel. Because of this incident, the dog was extremely fearful of people. She was not a good candidate for adoption. She tried to hide in the corner of her kennel and didn't interact with anyone. She was very unhappy and scared. She didn't understand where she was or what was happening. Being in a strange place (on top of her recent abandonment) was almost too much for her to bear. She was negatively acting out, which would not be in her best interest, but she didn't realize what was about to occur.
The workers at the shelter determined that the female puppy should be euthanized, because she was afraid and belly growled when anyone came near her. In a no-kill shelter, this would never be an option, but in a shelter where dogs and cats are valued only for their looks and personalities, this puppy was doomed. No-kill shelters try to rehabilitate or train a dog using positive rewards, but other types of shelters may not have the time or the funds to employ these methods.
In spite of the female puppy's problems, a miracle happened. A warmhearted individual spotted the scared orphaned puppy that was scheduled to be put down and fought to save her. She saw potential and was determined that this dog would not be put to death! This kind lady saved the puppy's life.
The lady decided that she would take the dog and place her in a foster home with five cats. This may seem like an unusual choice, but it worked for this dog. The new pup seemed to fit right in with the cats and became comfortable in her temporary home. The cats liked their new playmate and treated her as if she were just another cat. As you can imagine, at her young age, the puppy was very impressionable. Having cats for playmates was not exactly ideal, but she was home—for now. Her foster family stated that she was adjusting well and was showing no signs of aggression, but she was painfully shy. The puppy loved all her new toys and treats and had never been treated to such kindness before. She even had her own little bed. She must have thought she was in heaven.
The foster family was a single mom with two little children, and the mom was active with a cat rescue. The foster mom named the puppy Hope, because she was hopeful that Hope would find a forever home. The shelter website stated that she was available for adoption to a special person or family. In order to increase interest in the puppy, the local shelter published a description of her in their weekly column in the local newspaper. "Ruff, ruff. My name is Hope, and I need a home and someone to love me. I am a German shepherd/retriever mix, a medium-size dog, mostly brown. I am a female puppy, already spayed; good with kids, dogs, and cats." Then the article described the way the shelter came to obtain Hope. There was one strange thing about Hope's listing, though. She was listed in the feline section. Coincidence? Not on your life! The little puppy was slowly being turned into a cat.
After accidentally finding a dog under the cat section of the website, Rosanne and her family were intrigued with Hope's story and wanted to meet her. This meeting took more than a week to arrange, but they did it. Rosanne was very nervous. She felt the adoption process was difficult and time consuming. Rosanne learned that two other families were interested in Hope, and the adoption counselor had to interview all three families before making a decision based on the best choice for Hope's forever home.
Rosanne's family was the last to be interviewed. She took both her sons with her. Most shelters not only require that all of the family members be present but also require that visitation with any other family pets take place prior to approval. Hope was very adorable playing with all the cats and their toys. She was having a great time, but she essentially ignored her visitors. Rosanne and her boys were not deterred. They tried to interact with Hope and kept touching her all over to gauge her reaction. They petted her head, tail, and toes in an attempt to see if she would be receptive or reactive to their touch. Eventually, they all got on the floor with Hope, and she came up to them willingly, sniffing and sniffing. She plopped herself in Mitch's lap to cuddle for a few minutes, and then off she went, chasing a cat.
Rosanne and her boys explained to the adoption counselor that they rescued animals all the time, and when anything with four legs walked through the front door, it stayed! The family explained how they had already adopted one dog who needed special help and would be happy to add to their family of pets. They were all able to hold and hug Hope before they left. The young mom who was fostering the dog for the animal shelter stated that she would review all the interviews and get back to them.
That was the longest week for Rosanne. She almost gave up. She paced. She ranted and raved about why the shelter was not calling. She wanted Hope so badly. She knew that her family would be a great choice. She anticipated having another dog for Christmas, but it looked like it wasn't to be.
Two weeks before Christmas, Rosanne received the long-anticipated phone call. It was the shelter. Rosanne's heart just sank; she was afraid they were calling with bad news, but she quickly became overjoyed to hear that her family was chosen as Hope's forever home. Because her family were the only ones to try to interact with Hope and were so caring and genuine, they were awarded Hope.
Rosanne asked, "When can I have her?" She was very anxious to have that puppy in her arms.
The adoption counselor said, "Whenever you want."
Rosanne promptly replied, "I'll be there within the hour."
Boy, they had a lot to do. Hope needed bowls, leashes, toys, and collars.
Mitch said, "I guess we're going to the pet-supply store with the dog, right?"
"Sure are!" Rosanne ran through the house, picking chewable items up off the floor and putting them out of reach of a young pup. This was going to be a wonderful Christmas.
Rosanne and her two boys drove as fast as they could to pick up Hope. They were so excited to have her. In their arms she went, and they didn't want to put her down. Once they arrived at the pet store, they set her in a shopping cart, and both boys worked from either side of the cart to ensure that the puppy stayed safe while Rosanne pushed. They quickly bought everything needed for the bouncing new addition to their family, all the while showing Hope their treasures for her approval. Tail wagging, she wanted it all!
Once they got home, the family placed Hope on the ground in front of their other dog, Murray, so that the two could meet for the first time. Murray never had trouble getting along with everyone, no matter the species, but Hope had other ideas. Maybe she knew that this was her new home, so she wanted to establish the ground rules right away, but her reaction to Murray was not anticipated. She growled at him, which was comical, because at only three and a half months old, she was a midget compared to Murray. But here she was, telling him what to do. She came in and took over. It was funny to the family, because they never thought a little pip-squeak of a dog would be able to make such a large dog cower, but cower Murray did.
Rosanne's husband commented that he thought she was getting Murray a playmate, but Hope was not a playmate—she was a wife! They all laughed heartily at that.
It wasn't long before Hope's first run to the Animal Emergency Clinic. Only one week after her adoption, this adorable pup swelled from head to toe, so much that her eyes could not open. With Mitch holding Hope tightly, Rosanne drove frantically to the emergency clinic. It seemed that she'd had an allergic reaction to something. But what? After review of all that was fed to Hope or used as a household cleaner that day, Mitch remembered seeing Hope eat a peanut shell that a squirrel had left behind outside. Oh, what a fright and how quickly it all happened. From that day on, the family declared that a bottle of Benadryl was a must-have, and by no means were peanuts or peanut butter allowed to any four-legged animals in or around their home.
Hope settled in nicely with the family, almost as if she'd always been there. Everyone loved her, and she loved them. Murray and Hope became inseparable. They slept together, went outside together, played together. Anytime they were sleeping, Hope would have her head on Murray. Now don't think that Hope was going soft—oh no! She still ruled the roost. She just decided that whoever she pushed around was still going to be her friend.
Each morning, Murray grabbed a toy in his mouth and greeted the family with his tail wagging. Now, Hope would come along and take the toy from him. Anyone who witnessed her antics was amused, and Murray good-naturedly took it all in stride.
Jackie the bunny was another subject. Because Hope chased the little squirrels in the backyard, the family knew that it was not a good idea to leave her alone with Jackie or to place Jackie on the ground when Hope was around. Jackie would sit on Rosanne's lap, and Hope would lay her nose on Rosanne's leg as if to claim Mom for her own. Hope never harmed Jackie in any way, but she was never given the opportunity to prove to the family that she wouldn't. Rosanne and her family were good pet parents, carefully looking after each pet's well-being.
As Hope matured, she had her own toys, and Murray had his, but for a while, it was a free-for-all. Hope's favorite toy seemed to be a little stuffed blue dog and of course her special bone. She cherished both objects. Her body was very athletic, and she was always running and roughhousing with the boys. She would do a mile run with Rosanne's sons. When Rosanne tried to walk her, it was another story. Attempting to walk the two dogs together was a nightmare. Hope had to be a whole head's length ahead of Murray at all times. Again, the competitive element in her nature reared its ugliness. If Murray ever got in front of Hope, she would menacingly growl at him. Thank goodness Murray liked to pee on everything he saw, so he naturally lagged behind all the time. Needless to say, taking the dogs for a walk was a chore for Rosanne, who was small in stature, but she did enjoy it. Obviously a sucker for punishment!
Hope would always tell Murray when he was out of place. Dirty looks and growling were her means of communication with him. Feeding the dogs together was exciting, as well. Rosanne always had to put Hope's food in her bowl first, and then Murray's. Once both bowls were filled, Rosanne would say, "Enjoy!" and the dogs would dive in with gusto. It was so cute to watch them both wait until given the cue to eat.
Sleeping arrangements were not ideal for Rosanne's husband, Michael. Hope slept between Rosanne and her husband with Murray on the other side of Hope, but both dogs would have their paws pushing her husband off the bed. When Hope was two years old and Murray at eighty pounds, Rosanne's husband put his foot down, and the dogs received their own beds. Wise man—don't know why he waited so long! Murray's place to sleep was designated at the foot of their bed, for he needed the space to sack out full length. As for Hope, she had her bed in the corner of the room. She slept mostly curled up in a circle with her eyes toward the bedroom door in order to watch if anyone entered during the night.
Visitors were another challenge for Hope. Because of her puppyhood experiences, she was not fond of strangers. If she'd known you when she was a puppy, you were okay to enter the house; however, if she didn't, look out! Hope would charge forward, barking excitedly. The family never knew what to expect. If the visitor bent forward toward Hope to make nice with her, she would lunge at him or her. Rosanne had to be extra vigilant when anyone new came around. Even though visitors felt that Hope was harmless, Rosanne was never sure. Prior to the arrival of expected guests or when anyone came to the door, both Murray and Hope would be escorted to Mom and Dad's room, where they would promptly jump on the bed and watch TV. They always had plenty of toys and extra treats in the room to entertain themselves. Hope always listened well and did what she was told.
Toys were great fun for Hope. She loved her squeaky toys. She would use her nose to press down on the toy, squeaking it over and over just to hear the noise it made. She was also a great helper. When Rosanne wanted to vacuum or clean up the house, she would tell Hope to go get her "babies." Hope regarded every toy as a baby unless it was a ball. Hope would promptly fetch her toys and drop them next to her toy box for Rosanne to pick up and put away. If she was outside and done playing for the day, Rosanne would ask her to collect her babies and bring them in the house, and she would. She would run around the backyard picking up all her toys and depositing them at Rosanne's feet. In fact, she was such a good cleaner that she would clean up not only her toys but also the toys that Murray left behind. She was very fast and very smart.
She also loved to play fetch with her ball. When the family gathered in their back room to watch television, Hope would hand someone her tennis ball so that it could be thrown up and over the upstairs balcony. She would run to the front of the house and up the stairs, locate the ball, and then peek through the railings, showing everyone that she'd found it. It took only a minute before she was back downstairs, tail wagging, and handed off the ball to someone else to repeat her fetch game.
With Mitch, playtime had a whole new meaning. He and Hope had wrestling matches, chased each other around the house, and made laughter sounds that had you laughing along with them, and they would both enter a room with great big grins that made you wonder what they were up to. They were a family now, all of them together, basically for better or for worse. They played rough and tumble but cuddled lovingly each night. For six years it was perfect, until ...
Hope began reacting negatively to the sounds of thunderstorms and normal house sounds like the timer on the stove, test alert warnings from the television, a hair dryer, and even cameras clicking. Little did the family know that issues within her body were causing electrical surges and that sounds once normal were aggravating her internal circuitry.CHAPTER 2
A Call to Action
It was Hope's seventh birthday, September 4, and she was surely not acting like herself. She wasn't running around with vigor, and she began requesting to go out for potty more frequently. She occasionally threw up, but that did not alarm her family much. She did this on occasion after indulging in a yard "Tootsie Roll" now and then, a habit she'd continued from her days of searching for food on her own. Veterinary care should be the first place to go when there may be a physical issue with a pet; therefore, on September 6, 2011, Rosanne had to call her vet and get Hope in immediately for an exam. A small red bump that was found on Hope's right hind leg just four days earlier was now a red, raised bump and getting larger. Hope also displayed symptoms of a possible urinary infection.
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Table of Contents
Hope and the Family, 1,
A Call to Action, 11,
First Healing for Hope, 24,
Let's Talk, 30,
Settling In for the Long Haul, 35,
Doctor P. to the Rescue, 40,
A Christmas Miracle, 48,
How are You Feeling, Hope?, 55,
Reiki for Rosanne, 59,
All on Board, 76,
Healing Hope Holistically, 80,
Lights, Camera, Action?, 89,
Coloring, Anyone?, 95,
Gone for Now but Not Forever, 111,
Reunited Poem, 135,
Additional Resources, 137,
About the Author, 143,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I had the pleasure of meeting Diane Weinmann and read her book "A Tail of Hope's Faith." As an animal lover, I'm drawn to any books pertaining to animals. But this book was extra special for me. It touched me very deeply. I had a mixture of emotions from crying to laughing. And in a way helped me prepare for when the time comes for our boy to cross over the Rainbow Bridge. I highly recommend this book and this animal communicator's messages. Olympia Kallman
Reviewed by Maria Beltran for Readers' Favorite In A Tale of Hope's Faith, author Diane Weinmann, an animal communicator and healer, writes a heartwarming account of one of her clients named Hope, a mixed breed rescued dog adopted by the loving family of Rosanne. All things are going well until Hope’s sixth year, when she becomes terminally ill. News from the vets on Hope’s health grows dimmer, and Rosanne decides to contact Diane upon the recommendation of a friend. Together, they share the trials and tribulations in caring for a sick pet loved by everyone in the household. Through distance healing, Diane starts the grueling yet fulfilling process of helping Hope and Rosanne cope with the hardest parts of their relationship. The best care for furry friends comes out from the strength of love, and this book proves this to be true. A beautiful story and in some parts instructional, A Tail of Hope’s Faith captures the best and the worst in the journey of a human and an animal companion. The book will take one through loss, pain, grief, courage, and triumph with unconditional love pervading through even the most difficult challenges Rosanne, her family and Hope undergo. Not only does courage emanate from Rosanne and Diane, but readers will clearly see through Hope how our pets go through the same search for courage and optimism when situations are dire. Diane Weinmann also talks about highly beneficial pieces of advice that pet owners can use, as well as explaining her techniques in telepathy, communication and holistic healing for animals whilst stressing the equal importance of traditional veterinary care. Truly, this book is a life-changing narrative.