I was ministered to by a horse...sort of by "laying on of hooves"
Before being involved with TWI I was shot in the foot with a small handgun being shown to me by a careless friend. The bullet cracked one toe, which healed a bit crooked. This caused the toe to rub on the adjacent one, and often caused a painful sore unless I padded it with a bandaid. (Have you ever tried to keep a bandaid on a sweaty toe?) This was a constant irritation for some 10 years or so.
Then in the early 80s, I went up to Gunnison to help with a rodeo. I needed to ask R* a question, while she was perched on her barrel horse getting ready to led the Grand Entry Parade. As we were talking, someone opened the gate to the arena, and her horse, ever at the ready to run the barrels, reared up to turn and bolt through the gate. R* pulled back on him and he came down hard, you guessed it, right smack on my foot, The same toe as before.
It hurt terribly, and I limped around for several days with that same painful toe until it finally got better. It has now been over 30 years and I have never again had a sore on that toe. Praise be to "Snippy" who held my toe in the hollow of his hooves that day.