Bart’s Messsage

I can’t believe that it’s been four years. Seems like yesterday that I had to say good-bye to my best friend Bart. He taught me so much. He loved me so much. I loved him very much. But yes, four years ago tomorrow I said my final good-bye to my much beloved cat. If you’d like to read the tribute I wrote for him, please go here.

A lot has happened in four years. Not just in our household, but in the Universe. So many changes that people are either very aware of, or not aware of at all. But it has affected each of us and our animal friends. And those who live behind the veil have a much better view on these things are and how they’re affecting us all. So for this reason alone, Bart is very helpful to me. Most of my clients know that Bart helps out with our sessions and greets all those I ask him to as they make their transitions.

This morning I sat in meditation and let Bart’s energy in. I spent some time with him and rather than our usual talk, Bart had a message for all humans. The animals want to talk. They have messages for us all, and they want to share them. And this got me to thinking.

With the economy in rough shape, people who really want to hear from their animals can’t afford it. It feels like a luxury when it should be something we all have access to. So I came up with an idea.

From now until the end of the month, I will be offering a special for readings from your animal friends. They can be in body or in spirit. But if you’re curious as to what your animal wants to tell you, please write me. Tell me your story and what you’d like to know. Bart helps me with all my animals in spirit, but they don’t have to be.

The animals want to talk. They have messages for us all, and they want to share them

I hope you enjoy and take advantage of our gift to you. This will only last through the end of December and my calendar is filling up. If you’d like to pass it on as a gift to a friend this can be arranged too. This is for you, it’s all in what you want. Remember, this is a time when the animals want to share their message. I will be lowering my regular regular rate, please write me for details.

Bart, I miss you my dear friend. You know that and you are giving me yet another gift to pass on to humans. Thank you, thank you.

Take advantage of our offer. Listen to your animal friends whether they be in body or spirit. You can learn a lot about yourself or your animal friend. The offer has no limitations. Just that you take advantage of it.

Lisa and Bart

Here is how to reach me:

http://www.animalisa.com/contact.php

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Losing One of My Own

lisa0730001223 This morning, my sixteen year old kitty Breeze, left her body in my arms as her spirit crossed into the heavens. Throughout her life, she had many health issues. But this final battle was short. She had a disease called “FIP“. She was diagnosed last Wednesday and lived just five more days. We were told the disease was fatal, but had no idea she would leave us so quickly.

Breeze and her kitten were dumped 15 years ago, on the highway that runs the length of our town. We could tell by her belly that she had had a litter of four kittens. She later told me that she was dumped with all four along the highway, but was only able to save one. She had the kitten with her and we named the kitten “Eddy” before finding out she was a girl. But since she already knew her new name, we left her with a life of gender identity confusion. Besides the passions my husband and I each have, we also own and operate a kite shop. The girls lived an interesting life in our store for ten years, while their brother Bart lived here in our house. When Bart went to spirit in ’07, we brought the girls home to a life of quilts, pillows, and above all: warmth. Breeze and Eddy were six months apart, according the vet. They also remained close to each other although they are very different. Breeze is loving and protective. Eddy is shy and only likes a few humans.

As the Head Kitty in our store, Breeze proved to be a challenge for us. She hated dogs with a passion. Should one decide to try and enter our store, Breeze would attack the dog without warning. This wasn’t great for business, but we kept dog cookies on hand to give to an unsuspecting dog. I told her that this was a dangerous game and that she was going to get hurt if she didn’t stop. Thankfully she mellowed. We posted signs about our Attack Cat, a tiny long-haired Tabby who never weighed into double digits. All employees had to put up with her in their laps – on their first day of work. Breeze showed everyone who has worked for us who was the boss. Although I signed their paychecks, Breeze kept them in line.
She was sweet, kind, and one of the most loving cats I’ve ever known. She always greeted friends at our door and welcomed them into our home. She was small, but her greeting was loud. She stunned people with her vocal cords vs. her size, and once they acknowledged her, she would become a sweet little kitty who enjoyed attention. She also enjoyed meeting customers in our store.

Breeze would climb up on my chest and scratch my forehead until I woke to her sweet face.

When a customer would spread out a large kite on the floor for us to inspect, Breeze would trot out into the middle of the giant, often expensive kite. She did this where we couldn’t reach her, but she never once put her claws into the fabric. She never put her claws in any kites in our store. Somehow she (and Eddy too) knew that although it was tempting, they were never to get out those sharp fingernails around kites. One time a kite rep opened his large bag of kites and was scared beyond words when he saw Breeze digging through it. She needed to know what was in there! However she only used her paws, never her claws.
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Some friends may remember when Breeze discovered a way to wake me in the mornings. As the girls got older, they grew more impatient for their breakfast. Breeze would climb up on my chest and scratch my forehead until I woke to her sweet face. I tried a cloth covering my face, a bandana, but eventually had to keep the door closed at night so I wouldn’t resemble a human scratching post. It was shortly after accepting the closed door, that she took up residence on our kitchen table. Not being able to hear, she’d sit on the table and see when I was coming into the kitchen. She would rev up her loud voice, and insist on being fed first thing. It was not the most pleasant way to be greeted, but my face soon healed and her loud cries for food eventually made me giggle.

She had a good and long life. And although I know I will hear from her soon, the sadness has crept in and I feel her absence. I’m honored she let me hold her as she took her final breath. This is something I’ll never forget. For at the moment she left her body, her eyes grew wide and she lifted her weak arms towards the sky, while looking over my right shoulder. I know it was *Bart who was there. I had asked him to come and get her. Although I didn’t see him, I know she did, and at that moment, knew she was going home. Animals don’t view death like humans do. They remember where they’re going. They remember the comfort of “home” and they know they can come back to visit us as energy – or they can get another body and return to the earth plane. She had no fear or sadness. We’ll all miss her. Especially Eddy. For they were as close as two souls can be. The humans in this house will try and pick up the slack, but there’s no way we can provide the comfort that Breeze did for Eddy.

I’m so grateful there was no suffering and that she understood me when I told her to go. Go home. Be with spirit and be free from her ailing body.

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(Above)Eddy grooming Breeze yesterday afternoon. (Below) Breeze in her chair yesterday afternoon.

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*Bart was my kitty for many years. Now in spirit, he greets all my clients animal friends as they enter the spirit world once again.

A New Life – A New Adventure

Easy_b1 This is my friend Easy. He got his name because of his temperament and his affection towards humans. A healer in a all black kitty body since Day One. He is almost canine like in his habits and attitudes. He won’t play fetch, but he’ll certainly greet you when you arrive at his home and make sure you feel as much love as he’d like from you. For a male kitty, he does little hunting preferring to wait until a bird happens by before nabbing it and presenting it to his human or even a guest as I often was.

I first believed that Easy was the healer. I even wrote about it when he came back as my friend’s kitty in spirit, Miss Maddie. I wrote about it here. But turns out, I was wrong, Easy and his litter mate Stella are both healers.

Easy, Stella, and their mom moved yesterday for a new life adventure. They’re off for a different part of the state. Easy and Stella have new humans on which to do their magic. They were born at a time when many kitties came back to the planet to help us. We humans are so smart, we don’t realize we need a lot of help from animals while we complete the shift that has been slowly happening this past few years.

Stella_a Stella is an obvious member of the “OCC” or “Orange Cat Contingency” a terms coined by Penelope Smith, the woman who almost single-highhandedly brought animal communication to the public’s awareness. She certainly taught many of us we were more than capable. Anyway, Penelope has long believed (and I do too) that there is something spiritually special about Orange kitties. And Stella is no exception.

Like most cats of her color, she is aloof and does her own thing. She was known here for taking off for days at a time. I would ask her if she was in her body to which she always replied “yes – but I’m busy!” And would abruptly tune me out without so much as a clue as to her whereabouts. But, just as I would begin to quietly worry, she’d show up as if nothing were wrong at all.

Stella and I had an interesting relationship. She was kept indoors as a kitten while her mom was on vacation and I was on kitty duty. She would hold this against me for the next year and a half. I had no idea at the time I was making her so angry. But this past summer, I was finally forgiven and even shown a little tenderness from the long legged, second story jumper. It became no secret that Stella did NOT want to be confined indoors.

This past fall, I lost one of my favorite cousins (they are all favorites actually) to cancer. At the time, I was staying with Stella, Easy, and their mom. I went to Alaska to be with family and the night I returned, I was exhausted. I had many messages and comments to pass along to family members from my cousin in spirit. He had things he wanted to say and make sure they knew. One of the reasons this blog has gone quiet for so long is that I’ve been experiencing the ability to speak with those on the other side of the veil. Humans now, not just animals. And my cousin kept me writing, texting, and emailing family for over a week.

But the night I returned to my temporary home, it truly hit me my cousin was gone. Yes I can talk with him, but you can’t hug energy. 

As I turned out the light to try and sleep, I felt an onslaught of emotion. I also felt there in the dark, a quiet long kitty. She carefully walked the space between me and the edge of the bed – turned and walked back. I held out my hand to smooth her soft fur. At first I thought it was Easy. It would be natural for him to and soothe my pain. But no – it was Stella. My “angry friend” was no longer mad at me and instead showed her love for me that I know now had been there all along. I was really touched and shed a tear or two that night. Some for my cousin and some for this sweet healer who was helping me to ground and get back “in my body” and be me again. I’ll never forget her midnight drive-by.

But yesterday they all departed. Mom, Easy, and Stella. As our friends moved all the boxes and furniture, I sat one last time with Stella and Easy in the bedroom, calming their nerves over all the noise going on in the rest of the house. It was lovely to spend some last quality hours with them before they left.

I know these two cats have a lot to share with the world over the changes that now encompass us all. I used to think that Easy was the born healer, a reincarnate of my friend’s cat in spirit – Miss Maddie. But now I believe that both kitties are special little souls here to help us with our transitions. And I don’t mean to spirit, I mean as we grow and change with where we will individually arrive as the 2012 shift quickly approaches.

I want to simply say a quick “see ya” to my special kitty friends and not say “good bye”. I know I’ll see them again, but I’ll miss our daily chats that used to be carried on in person. I’ll miss the wild round up of scared “gifts” for their mom, and I’ll especially miss their mom. One of those truly wonderful friends that come into your life every once in awhile. I hope you find what it is you need and want my dear. But I’m not worried. You have two of the best healers with you that anyone could ask for.

Love and Light to you all.

Animal ready to go to spirit? Why don’t you ask them?

I recently had a client who had an elderly dog. This is not the dog in the photo, and I won’t be using his real name. I’ll call him Chase. Because in his younger days, this was his favorite game: chase the ball, chase the Frisbee, it didn’t matter. He loved to run and play – a typical dog.

But Chase was at the stage in his life where his body, like so many, had broken down and Chase’s human wasn’t sure what Chase wanted.  This is where an animal communicator (sometimes referred to as pet psychic) can be very helpful.  A human companion can ask the animal his or her wishes. Sometimes the answers are surprising. Other times the animal is ready to go.

Chase told me he had had a good life. He was a runner in his younger days and enjoyed playing with his humans in the park, or anywhere he could run. He loved chasing balls especially. He showed me a young strong dog chasing after whatever was thrown for him. I felt the joy he felt when he was with his humans and how much he loved them.

My client had just the one question. Was Chase ready to go to spirit? At first Chase was hesitant. He told me he loved his human family very much. One in particular (my client) was the one he had the strongest bond with. He showed me that he currently didn’t have good mobility. I could feel that his hips hurt him quite a bit. This in turn was starting to affect his digestive system and eating wasn’t something he enjoyed anymore. It’s like dominoes. One thing is bad, in this case his hips, and it begins to affect other areas of the body. He showed me that sometimes he had trouble walking and had to be aided by his human in order to go outdoors and relieve himself. He said he wasn’t eating much and wasn’t drinking much water either. This was a natural reaction to his body that was starting to break down.

I asked him about traveling to the other side. Older animals (especially cats) will literally leave their bodies and travel to the other side. They don’t cross the Rainbow Bridge into spirit, but they do check out who’s there, and who is waiting for them. There is always someone they know waiting to help them across the bridge and into their new spirit bodies.

There’s a bridge they cross called the Rainbow bridge. There is a famous poem written about it. Although the poem describes a scene that is a bit different from reality, it is pretty close. Most animal communicators see this bridge in different forms. No one is “wrong” it’s simply how we see the bridge. So our animal friends as they age and get to the point of wanting to travel, will sit by the bridge to see who’s there.

When an animal crosses, he is greeted by friends. Sometimes the friends are humans or animals from the animal’s life or sometimes they’re animals the client doesn’t recognize. These are friends from past lifetimes who are there to reunite with their old friend returning home.

It’s a touching scene to see them be greeted by friends and then to all walk across the bridge together. This is as far as I am allowed to go or see. Animal communicators can later talk with an animal in their spirit form, but we’re only allowed to see the animal walk across the bridge with friends.

I have done the walk with animals who are crossing over. I quietly sit and talk with them as they rise out of their bodies and walk to the bridge. It’s touching and it’s an honor to take part in this farewell.

Chase, although he wanted to stay with his humans, felt it might be time to go due to his failing body. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. He said to me ” I want to stay with  my humans as long as I can. But the body will never heal. I can to and return to them in a younger, stronger body.” I agreed that this was indeed true. I explained how the process works. I told him his doctor would give him a shot that would put him in a deep sleep. I’ve seen animals that are so ready to go, that the initial shot is all they need to get out of their body. I told him it would be like a peaceful nap. And then he’d be free to go. He’d join his friends in spirit, and “run and play” again. “That sounds nice” he told me, “I think I’d like to do that.”

That evening after reading the responses to his human’s questions, he showed them that he was ready. He no longer could stand on his own and his human knew that he was ready to leave.

Animals going to spirit is a very sad and hard time. If we’re animal lovers, we repeat this process many times throughout our own short lives. But once an animal’s wishes are heard, they typically feel ready. They know where they’re going and they know who is waiting for them.

My Guide in the Heavens

Three years ago today I stood by his side, stroking him gently, tears streaming down my face, as my cat Bart flew to spirit. He was 19, had lived a great life, and sadly the time was right to say good-bye.  His body simply broke down. At that moment, I was not the animal communicator, I was the human having to face the hard task so many of my clients have faced. There was no last message, I didn’t feel him leave because I was numb. There were three others in the room, my vet, her assistant, and my good friend. They all talked to Bart as he left, but all I could do was stroke his fur gently for the final time.

A lot has happened since he changed. He is now the greeter for my animal friends and the animal friend’s of clients who cross over. He greets them and helps them re-acclimate to their spirit bodies. His job is not only an important one, it’s comforting to those left here.

I suppose that sounds weird. But the transition into spirit is confusing at first. Knowing he’s right here when I need him is nice for me, and my clients who know their animal friend will be greeted by this kind and wise soul.  When he first transitioned,  I was so lost I didn’t know if I could continue my work without him. He’s the one who taught me I had the gift and ability to talk with animals, both here and on the other side. This process totally changed my life. And today, 3 years later, he’s my “guide-in-fur” and I know he hasn’t really left me at all, it’s just very different.

The spring after he crossed I came up with an idea that I have found is very healing for anyone who has lost an animal or human loved one. I created a garden in his memory. I asked friends and neighbors who knew him if they would contribute and the result was a wild hodge-podge of color. The garden blossomed and grew all over my deck.

Each morning I would step outside to tend and watch it grow. I created a beautiful garden of life for him. It cheered me and I’ve continued to plant in his memory every spring, and now add a flower for animals I’ve worked with (Bart’s idea) to grow life in their memory. Clients ask for photos and I point out the flower that is blossoming just for their animal friend.

The little angel in the photo was in the yard of an empty home across the street. In his last summer, I would hunt and find Bart, (no longer able to defend himself) asleep on the lawn, in the sun. The yard was surrounded by over growth due to neglect of the yard. This little angel watched over and protected him as he rested in the warm sun. He loved being outdoors. And when the house sold I recruited the angel for my garden.

On this third anniversary I realize how much he has taught me from his vantage point. He’s busy with other tasks he hasn’t shared with me, but is always here when I need him. I miss him very much although I talk with him daily. Someday he’ll choose a new body and return to me. I don’t long for that day because everything is unfolding exactly as it should.

But the part that always leaves me a little empty is: you can’t cuddle with energy.

Bart

Miss you buddy. Hope you’ll be home soon.

Love, Mom

When Animals lose their Human Companion

Typically I write about an animal who has gone to spirit. It can have a devastating impact on their human, so some seek out an animal communicator for words of comfort from their animal friend who has walked through the veil. It’s followed by a grieving process by humans, since that is what we do. We grieve the loss of those who have crossed into spirit and are no longer in our lives. We temporarily forget about joy. We can’t find our footing and some people stay in grief for a very long time. There is no rule book, no time line, it’s a process that must be played out.

But what if  it’s the other way around? How do animals react when they lose their human?

This little gal just lost her dad. He crossed over at a young age leaving her behind. She had lived with a pack of canine friends and many horses. Her life was in the mountains and she ran much of the time following her dad on his horse, or simply helping him to care for all the animals. She was a ranch dog.

But after her dad died, she moved with his brother here to the coast.  The climate is different, there are no horses, and she has a new pack of three dogs and three humans. All accepted her with love mixed with a bit of sadness. Well the dogs didn’t – they let her know her place right away.  So how has she handled her transition? How has she grieved and moved on?

Animals realize that we are spirits moving about in body form. They understand that when a human or animal goes to spirit, that they can be “recycled” and choose to come back in a new body. That doesn’t mean they don’t grieve a loss, it simply means they have a different understanding of how the Universe works.

At first she was tentative and played furiously with whomever would play with her. She hung close to her new dad and tried to learn the rules of the pack.  She did what all dogs do when faced with a new environment and family – she tried her best to please.

She’s a great dog and won my heart immediately. She also broke my heart one day soon after arriving. We were sitting around with all the dogs and she came and rested her head in my lap. “When is my dad coming to get me?” she asked quietly. I told her the truth – or rather confirmed it. I told her dad was in spirit and that this was her new family and home. She walked away looking a bit sad but she understood. But I have seen her quickly blossom.

She loves the beach. The first trip out, she ran as fast as she could to the far end of the beach, abruptly turned around and ran back toward the trail to my car. I called her to me several times and in a quiet voice, told her how happy we are to have her here with us and how much we love her. I was being honest with her and trying to help her to get her bearings. “This is your new home, we have fun here, you will love it.”

I took care of the entire pack of four dogs (with help from friends) as the human part of the family dealt with the sad task of packing up her human’s life.  Their task was overwhelming and I felt that the best thing for me to do was to simply “love her into the pack.”

She now knows that when I arrive there is a trip to the beach in store. There are so many new smells and things to discover.  She no longer races to the end of the beach but takes her time with all the new and interesting “dog things” on the beach. She engages her new brothers in play and if one won’t take the bait, she chooses another. She’s learning  her place and is beginning to realize there is plenty of love and companionship for her. She’s not quite relaxed, but she’ll get there.  And she loves to run – fast!

I know she misses her dad very much. I know he watches her at play on the beach and it brings him joy from his vantage point. I feel him on our walks with us.

She has moved quickly into her new world with few issues.  However I looked out the window one morning to see my boots on their lawn as a huge hint that a beach walk would be perfect in that moment. All I could do was laugh. After all, she does have a some anxiety and is still learning the ways of the new pack. Boots on the lawn isn’t the way to get what you want, but it didn’t take an animal communicator to figure out her wishes.

It’s overwhelming to lose a human or animal loved one. But we have to grieve. It’s natural and part of the healing process. Not seeing someone we love and know again is a very empty feeling and causes us to question: “What’s next? Why now? Now what?” And I phrased it that way intentionally since that is the place it takes us.

But I also know we can learn from this little dog who is living in the moment. She is finding joy no matter what happens in her day, and adapting well to the new and sudden changes. She feels her dad, but is also willing to live a new life without him in it.

I believe we should live our lives like a dog. Play hard, love unconditionally, and find moments of  joy in every day.


** This is a family I am very close to. I love each of the humans and their dogs as if they were my own family. In fact, I’ve been named a member of the pack.

When it comes down to it – you have to take care of yourself

Meet Zoe. The potentially newest member of our tribe here. We have two indoor “elderly ladies”, one of whom just woke me at 5:30 this morning. And we have this young kitty who, by a few handouts and her own wits, has survived the winter here in our neighborhood. Not only is she beautiful. She’s smart.

I want Zoe to stay and be our outdoor kitty. She seems to have moved under our house and asks politely for breakfast by risking visibility on our front porch in the mornings. Her eyes are the bluest I’ve seen. Her spirit looks right through me with thanks for what is becoming a routine meal. The jury is still out, but I have a feeling she’s going to join our family.

But I want to talk about someone else today. Me. I couldn’t sleep last night and when that happens it is usually an endless night of up and down, looking for the right medication I’ve been given to help with this issue. I exercise , for the most part. After all, living at the beach and having the best dog on the planet to accompany me is too hard to pass up. We’re heading out shortly. I swim. But I’ve become inconsistent. And there is no better cure for back pain.

My back has been in constant pain for almost 10 years. It’s not something surgery will cure. I’ve been to every known specialist and alternative healer I can find. Only for the most part, I’m stuck. I don’t listen. I plan to be on board with the new program, but usually I fall back into old ways. I don’t eat as I should, I don’t rest when I know I should, andI’m kinda cranky to friends and family – because I’m in pain all of the time. And, up until last night I spent a great deal of time feeling sorry for myself because NO ONE has had the answer.

But I realized last night as I tried to knock myself out, that the answer lies within me. I am the one who is going to find a way to live with this and find  healthy way to live day to day. I have to almost develop my own 12 step program.

And why would I do that? Because I am surrounded by souls that love me. My now, three felines depend on me for attention, support, and love. They certainly return the love. And there is a human in the picture too. He has tried, been supportive and returned the love I send him as well.

No one is going to do this for me. I have to take charge of me. I have to put more work and more effort into my health or I’m going to stay this way for the rest of my life. Man that is a heavy sentence. And to think of that almost bowls me over. Almost everything has to be tweaked. Not changed, but tweaked.

I know now why Zoe is in my life. She is showing me that if you take it one day at a time, show appreciation for those who surround you and eat the healthy food that you need – that you can make life without pain a reality.Or in Zoe’s case, finally have a place to relax. We can both get out of anxiety mode.

I want more than anything to help humans to understand their animals. I want to do it day in and out and I want to feel at the end of the day I’ve accomplished something that few can do. But I also need to get myself healthy. How can I help someone else if I’m not living a truth?

The light was shown very brightly to me last night and I know what I have to do. And I’m going to, for this day, do it. I’m doing it for the other human in my life, the animals that love and cherish, but mostly I’m going to try and be authentic and healthy every day: for me.

Because at the end of the day as I lie in bed,there’s really only one person I have to be with and answer to. And it’s about time I started living and smiling instead of wincing in pain as I drift off to sleep.

Thank you Zoe.

Miss Maddie made it Easy

Awhile back I worked with this lovely lady. Her name is Miss Maddie. She was a healer who traveled the quiet neighborhood in the midsection of our small community. She lived with many humans and went by many names. Loved by all who knew her, this healer masked herself as a feline. She lived for a year or two with one human, and then would move on to the next soul who was in need of her gentle healing.

Her last human called me when Miss Maddie was working her way through her final days. She had questions on Maddie’s wishes and true condition.  She had adopted her last person who made a promise to her. She would help her live out her life and then help her to spirit. Miss Maddie was 15 when I met her. She had a tumor in her belly that was bigger than she was. It was hard at first to see what this tumor had done to this tiny elderly frame. But the love that she radiated told me her heart was bigger than any tumor could ever become.

I was with Miss Maddie and her human the day she went to spirit. We needed a vet’s help and it’s not something I typically do with clients. But in this case I made an exception. I don’t regret a moment of that very hard day. I asked Bart ahead of time to please keep his heart ready to receive Miss Maddie when she arrived at her destination – the place where her spirit would live on in the heavens.  Bart received her as my client and I shared tears and a day we won’t forget. Miss Maddie had had a great life and was now watching over all from her new home in spirit.

Maddie made sure her human and I cemented a friendship before she left. And soon after, my new friend adopted two kittens. One is red. Red kitties as I’ve talked about before are very special spiritual cats. They are like little mysterious messengers from Spirit that live among us.  I had my eye on Stella from the beginning. For now though she’s a kitten who’s legs and body don’t quite co-ordinate. She’s exploring all this new body and life have to offer. She’s a “hunter-wannabe” and a great companion for her new mom and brother who is part 2 of the package adopted by my friend.

Her brother Easy is jet-black. A male kitten dipped in ink except for his yellow-green eyes. He’s more shy than his sister and lives to eat. He’s going to be one big black boy. He’s also changing  in a way that I hadn’t been ready for.

Shortly after my friend adopted her kitty kids, she went to visit her human kids. So she asked if I would take a shift feeding the two little eating and growing machines at her home. I agreed. On the first night I was watching them play and I glanced at a beautiful photo of Miss Maddie that hangs on the wall. Since I work with animal’s photos I often get messages when I’m not expecting it.

As I looked at the photo, Maddie told me she would watch over the kids so that they would stay out of trouble and then said in a matter-of-fact way that she and Easy had been in negotiations.  She was going to trade spirits with this kitty and assume his body. I was surprised. She was coming back rather quickly and this time as a male. But Maddie has always had her own agenda.

The rest of the week was fascinating as I watched what had been a shy male kitten, become a cat I had known in a different body. He spent a lot of his time eating, but he also visibly changed. Slowly he began to take on the traits of Maddie. Whenever I would arrive to feed them – he’d greet me at the door while Stella was busy hanging from a curtain rod. It was like he knew how to behave, and he knew me.  He was enjoying the young strong body and I started to think I was making it all up. That is until the neighbor stopped by.

My friend’s neighbor dropped in to chat and see the kitties one afternoon. She too is an animal lover and told me how much she was enjoying the kittens. She described some great kitten moments of Stella’s and then said “And Easy really reminds me of Miss Maddie!” I was a little taken aback. I had told no one what Maddie had told me. And this was coming from someone who knew Maddie, was watching  the kittens at play in the daytime outside, and had come to this on her own.

My friend has been back from vacation for over a month now. She is sure that Easy is Maddie, or rather Maddie is Easy. Whatever. I have seen this many times after the transition is complete, but never watched it from the beginning and followed the progress. He’s an amazing cat. And I’m sure he’s going to carry on the work that Maddie came here to do. I’m fairly certain he’ll stay with his sister and my friend. He loves them both very much.

And it should be interesting and fun to watch as Maddie/Easy performs his magic.

Angels

Until a story was published about me in a local paper a few years ago, Norma had no idea animal communication was possible. But she and her husband Ed contacted me so that I could talk with their dog Hannah. This is her pictured on the right. She had some health problems, she was blind with cataracts and had bad infections in her ears. Ed and Norma wanted assurance that she wasn’t in pain. This beautiful girl with the sweet smile was not in pain, though the daily medication treatments stung her ears a bit.

They took her to a vet that told them that a surgery was possible, but risky for a dog Hannah’s age. Also it couldn’t be done in our area and Hannah would be in pain after the surgery. It was a very tough decision and a hard call for anyone to make. But Hannah had lived a good long life so Ed and Norma did what was best for Hannah. Rather than put her through the ordeal of a painful surgery to help, but not cure her ear problems, they chose to send Hannah to spirit. It was the best choice for Hannah.

Not only were Ed and Norma heartbroken, but Buddy their other Cocker and Hannah’s soul mate was devastated too. He told me he’d rather be in spirit with Hannah, he was so grief stricken. In their last few years together, Buddy had helped Hannah navigate their world. She had such trouble seeing because of her bad vision, that Buddy had been her, well, seeing eye dog. He missed her very much and wanted to be with her. This is not unusual. I’ve seen healthy animals either have accidents or die suddenly when their mate goes to spirit.

So shortly after Hannah left them, Ed and Norma went to the shelter and adopted Bugsy.  He was a Boston Terrier who was in the same place they were. He had lost his human and was awaiting adoption by a new family. Bugsy had some health issues of his own because he too was an “elder dog”.  He had cataracts that really distorted his vision.  Bugsy literally had no future until Ed and Norma found him.

Gradually, everyone worked through their grief and got to know each other. It took some time, but Buddy and Bugsy began to really have a good time together. Buddy told me they were “a couple of old guys kickn’ around” – a line that has always made me laugh. Both “old guys” had arthritis in their hips, so Norma and Ed took them to the beach daily for a walk. And Bugsy was just what this family needed. I suggested a good supplement for the boys and their hips got stronger. Today they are very good friends. Bugsy has a loving home again, Buddy has a friend to knock around with, and Ed and Norma’s family is once again complete.

Buddy has not forgotten Hannah, nor has anyone in this family.  I often wonder if Hannah was the catalysis who “urged” Ed and Norma to go to the shelter that day and find this wonderful guy. Bugsy told me he helped to heal his human that is now in spirit and now he’s helping to heal the hearts of this family. I think he’s done his job and earned his new life.

This is a story that is special to me.  Hannah will always hold a special place in my heart. She was so kind and loving and never even let on to me if she was in pain. In fact I don’t believe she suffered at all. For one, animals don’t feel pain as humans think they do and two, well, Hannah really is one-of-a-kind. But then, so are Ed and Norma.

As for the old guys? They’re still enjoying daily walks on the beach that I know keep them younger and younger. These two are pretty great guys themselves.  And they have their angel Hannah watching over them as they enjoy a second life together. Both of these dogs had decided this was the end of the line for them. But this new found friendship has changed everything. And it’s keeping everybody young.

I titled this post “Angels”  because I believe that everyone, human and canine are all angels.