At first she was alarmed by what was happening, but my calm quickly calmed her. She didn't seem to be in pain unless she moved. So I asked her to sit still on the sofa and watch cartoons while I prayed for her.
Within a few minutes, our family cat came in to where I was praying and begged for my attention. She was dragging one leg behind her, laid herself down in front of me and looked up with pleading eyes, appearing to ask for help.
Within moments my daughter hollered for me. She said she had heard a sound and then her leg was able to move again. Upon checking, I saw that her leg had properly readjusted to its normal position and that she was perfectly fine. When I returned to the room where I had been praying, the cat took one look at me, got up, and walked out on four feet, perfectly well, without limping in the least.
And as I sat down in my chair, I realized that I, too, had been healed. Sciatica had been a problem for me, off and on, for years. But that was the last of it.
I can't say for sure what my prayer was exactly. This occurred over twenty years ago and the details of my thought process have faded. But what I remember for certain is my total disbelief that I, my daughter and my cat could all be suffering in the same way at the same time!
And I remember that I laughed.
Perhaps the experience - remarkable as it was - needs no more explanation than that.