My Dog Died Chiropractic Visit

By Michael Dorausch, D.C.

It happened again this week. Phone call made to office so a family can come get adjusted. It’s not their regularly scheduled day. The reason for the visit wasn’t due to low back pain, a car accident, neck pain, or a contagious event of sciatica. It was something else.

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They enter the adjusting room, like they have many times before. The oldest daughter begins the conversation with a socially accepted (something I’ll cover here later) reason for the visit. Mom follows up and mentions they put the family dog down earlier in the day. The room fills with tears.

They don’t teach this in chiropractic school.

Although I didn’t consciously know it when I agreed to travel this path, this IS why I am a chiropractor.

I’ve lost count of how many times this scenario has taken place in the office. Dogs, cats, parents, children, spouses, and other loved ones.

It’s not always mentioned when someone gets on the table, but if I listen (listen with my heart and hands) while palpating, the information comes out. I have words to describe what happens to me energetically when their words are spoken, perhaps I’ll share another day.

What I do know is that I’ve been permitted to enter a realm of sacred trust, and I have a greater responsibility to serving that, than anything I can comprehend in this manifest world.

Creating a safe place, a sanctuary, a place of love and healing, has long been an intention for my practice. Yet it was only a few years ago that the realization set in. The office isn’t located anywhere special, it’s simply a collectively perceived physical location where people gather to re-tune and re-balance.

The creation of a safe space, a sanctuary of balanced tone and healing, manifests from within.  As healers, we commit ourselves to being well tuned, energetically balanced vessels.

Thank you for being in my field of vibration.