The Promise I Made to Victoria
“My darling Victoria, I will figure out why this happened. And I will tell the world one day—I promise you—so no other dog parent loses their baby like we did.” — The promise I made as she took her last breath in my husband’s arms.
Several years ago, our soul dog Victoria crossed the rainbow bridge at 14+ years old.
Not from the cancer that had been diagnosed years earlier. The surgery had removed the tumor successfully—clean margins, no cancer left in her body.
But we trusted the medical system. We didn’t know any better.
The oncologist recommended chemotherapy: “With chemo, there will be no return of cancer. You can enjoy 1.5 to 2 years of life with Victoria.”
We agreed. Little did we know we were signing up for Victoria’s downfall.
“The very first chemo treatment compromised her kidneys. What followed was a cascade of suffering I will carry forever.”
The Decline
Despite every supplement, every holistic protocol, every prayer whispered into her fur—our once strong alpha was declining.
Protein in urine. Muscle wasting. Lung congestion. Respiratory issues.
She lived 3+ years post-cancer—more than 2x the oncologist’s prediction. But she was never the same. She had the best holistic treatment and our unconditional love but,
One spring day, struggling to catch her breath, she gave up.
The Breaking
My husband Vincent was shattered. Victoria was his soul dog. Our alpha.
Vincent always wanted a dog, and Victoria rescued him. He worked from home with her. They’d bonded in a way I can’t even describe—soulmates in different species.
We were broken beyond measure. The grief was heavy.
For the next two years, I couldn’t fulfill that promise. The regret crushed me.
We should have stopped after surgery. The results were clean. Why did we do chemo?
That question haunted me every single day.
The Rescue That Backfired
Ten days after Victoria passed, Vincent found Bella online. She looked so much like Victoria.
We drove a thousand miles with grieving Rose to meet her. An expert approved. We adopted.
But Bella wasn’t socialized as a puppy or adult. She claimed Vincent instantly. She guarded him from everyone.
Rose had never lived without another dog. Now she had Bella, but they weren’t companions. Just housemates, not a pack.
We’d made it worse.
The Layers of Pain
For two years, I carried:
- Regret about the chemo decision
- Guilt about the Bella rescue backfiring
- Grief about losing Victoria
- Stress about managing a tense household
The grief was suffocating. Sometimes unbearable. All-consuming.
“In Year 3, Rose started declining. I’d done everything right this time—whole foods, supplements, no chemicals. No cancer. No disease. Yet history was still repeating. I couldn’t lose another dog.”
The Catalyst
In the third year after Victoria’s passing, everything changed. Rose showed first signs of decline. Tension at home became the catalyst I didn’t know I needed. I turned toward spirituality—the practice of understanding the soul and that we are living a human experience on earth.
Spirituality
Daily Affirmations
Gratitude Practices
Breathwork
Rose’s Spirit
Eyes brightened
Nervousness eased
She seemed hopeful
But her body?
Muscle tone fading
Stopped climbing stairs
Lost ability to walk
The Confusion
Rose’s spirit stayed bright. But her body continued declining.
By the beginning of the following year, Rose lost her ability to walk independently.
That’s when I hit rock bottom. And that’s when everything changed forever.
The Discovery
Late one night, exhausted and desperate, a video about fascia appeared.
Fascia. I’d never heard the term.
The video explained: fascia stores trauma. Not just physical—emotional trauma.
Then the person said something that stopped me cold:
“Your fascia holds your unprocessed grief, guilt, and shame. And it broadcasts that frequency to everyone bonded to you.”
The Pieces Fell Into Place
| VICTORIA | BELLA | ROSE |
|---|---|---|
| The chemo decision | The rescue that backfired | Standing beside me 24/7 |
| The guilt I carried | The shame I felt | Absorbing all of my trauma |
“I wasn’t just grieving. I was broadcasting grief. And Rose was living inside that broadcast.”
The affirmations helped her spirit. But my fascia was still holding the trauma. Still broadcasting chaos. And Rose’s body was mirroring it.
The Real Work Begins
I started foam rolling that very night. I cried. My body had stored decades of trauma.
I cried for Victoria. I cried for the decision I couldn’t take back.
I cried for Rose. I cried for Bella. I cried for the life we used to have.
And as I cried, something released.
Within days, Rose started responding.
Not her spirit this time. Her body.
Rose started Healing
BEFORE: Unable to walk, Panting, Not interested, Not playful
AFTER: Walking beside me with leash support, sparkle in the eyes
Rose is healing and I am the witness
Her eyes sparkled from affirmations.
Now her body is catching up.
Muscle tone returning.
Nervousness dissolved.
Separation anxiety gone.
She’s not running yet. But she’s improving.
And I know—with absolute certainty—she will run again.
Because I changed the field she’s living in.
The Promise Kept
Victoria, I kept my promise.
It took losing Rose’s ability to walk before I finally understood.
But I figured it out.
The secret wasn’t in supplements. Not in diet. Not in treatments.
The secret was in me.
My unhealed trauma. My fascia holding it all, broadcasting it all.
And you—standing in that field—absorbing it all.
Why Victoria’s Face Is Our Logo
Victoria isn’t just a logo. She’s the reason this breakthrough exists.
Her joyful face—the one you see in our logo—represents everything she was: our alpha, our protector, our heart.
The promise I made to her as she took her last breath became this book.
The heartbeat and paw symbol below her image represents the bond between human and dog—the electromagnetic connection that can either harm or heal.
Every time you see our logo, you’re seeing Victoria watching over this mission.
She didn’t get the healing she deserved. But because of her, thousands of dogs will.
Your Dog Got Sick Because They Love You Too Much
They’ve been absorbing your unprocessed trauma, your unresolved grief, your chronic stress.
This isn’t your fault. You didn’t know.
But now you do.
The 9-day protocol in this book will release the trauma your fascia has been storing—so your dog can finally stop absorbing it.
When you heal yourself, you don’t just save your dog. You save yourself too.
You have been kind to many, you have helped many, now, it is time to save your dog and yourself – don’t wait too long to do it, buy the book and begin!
This is your answer for every tear you’ve cried in silence, every sleepless night, every moment you’ve tried to stay strong while your dog was suffering. You are not alone. And your dog’s healing starts here.