Comin’ Round the Dark Side of the Moon

On a unusually warm February afternoon in 2016,  my husband John flew from his debilitated body and into the spirit realm. After a very long battle with cancer and a marathon with our local hospice, nine months to be exact, he finally let go and went with the angels. I had a very different reaction than most. I believe it’s because of all I’ve learned from working with animals and humans who have transitioned.  But my immediate reaction as I understood what had happened was; “Oh my gosh! He’s experiencing the coolest things right now!” My outburst  frightened the caregiver brought in near the end to help me,  but I was truly happy for him. He was free.

An “Unusual” Guy

My “Bear” as I called him affectionately, was certainly one-of-a-kind. He was loved in our small beach community and always up to something. He was probbear_car_1ably one of our town’s best known pranksters. He drove an art car (many in our twenty five years together) and decorated them always  in a Dada theme. His April Fool’s day jokes are legendary in Cannon Beach, one elaborate prank was profiled on NPR. He loved music. He loved listening to it, playing it, and creating his own instruments. I guess he became bored with the twenty eight he could play proficiently. He did work as a combination musician/ mime artist. He was a strong voice on our City Council. And owned and operated Once Upon A Breeze kite shop, the oldest on the Oregon coast for over 40 years. He was brilliant, hysterically funny and could make me laugh out loud up until he couldn’t. But most of all, he was the love of my life.

During our twenty five years together he always had a project going so found nothing unusual or odd when I announced I was learning to communicate telepathically with animals. He was a little hesitant at first but said right away he’d keep an open mind. It wasn’t long before he became truly interested in what I was learning and was very supportive. I had my share of melt downs in those early days of learning AC, but he always had an encouraging word that helped me to get back on the horse. (scuse the pun). We each had dreams and encouraged the other to keep trying, keep at it, we had mutual respect for each other’s ambitions. We were a great team.

A Fun Life Together

We had, for a very long run what people dream of as the perfect beach life. Our kite shop did well through the 90’s and early ’00’s. We had what we needed.  I tried to start my professional animal communication business. And John “offended” some of the  neighbors with our yard decor. There were art cars in various stages of design and it didn’t quite fit with what many people decided was Cannon Beach. But John could have cared less. He always weddinghad some creative idea in his head of something no one had thought of and quietly carried it out. I swear. Half the time I had no idea what he was up to. We had what we needed and lots of lost kids wandered in and out of our lives looking for work. John always hired the best and each left our employment with a little better understanding of how to perform well at a job and more importantly: not to take life too seriously. I didn’t totally see this until after he was gone and the kids began returning to visit me. All of those visits started out a little teary and ended in laughter. I had no idea he collected Beanie Babies so he could launch them over our kite shop via potato gun and land them in the park so the kids would have toys raining from the sky. He carried a huge box of small toys in his car and local kids would come running when they saw him headed up the street as if he were the Ice Cream truck, in order to get a toy. John loved every minute and it would take us a very long time to make a five minute drive. No kid was left empty handed.

The Times Were A Changin’

In the late 2000’s we were hit hard by the recession. Suddenly kites were no longer a wanted commodity. Instead of a kite for each child in the family, it was one kite per family. Admittedly, we didn’t see this coming as we were more focused on John’s health. After his prostate was removed in ’01, he hadn’t made it to the golden five year cancer free mark, but instead it was back and it meant business.  It was the beginning of a very stressful period for me. I did my best to get him into the best doctors. I made phone calls to doctors I knew and trusted, and I stayed off the Internet.  John was such a great sport. He remained upbeat through all the long procedures. He made the nurses laugh. He was who he was, and he wasn’t giving in without a fight.  As his health declined, my to-do list increased. He no longer could do the simple everyday things that a couple splits in order to keep a home and business running, most of that fell to me. And with my plate becoming more full by the day, I had to temporarily drop my dream of becoming a professional animal communicator.

“After his prostate was removed in ’01, he hadn’t made it to the golden five year cancer free mark, but instead it was back and it meant business.”

At some point during those years, John got me a bookkeeper to help relieve some of the  stress from me. It didn’t work out well. She talked John into refinancing our home and we qualified for a rather large home equity loan. Nice thought. Wrong choices. I eventually let her go and found a mess of sorts awaiting my return. I’ve never been one to place blame on others, so I did my best to pick up where she left off but it was a little late. We were in serious danger of losing our home. Our business was now limping along instead of predictably sailing along. And John’s health continued to decline.

The Wheels Come Off

In the spring of 2015 two things became very clear. We were going to lose our home of twenty five years, and I was going to lose my Bear. So as his doctor suggested we put John on home hospice care. I redesigned our living room, we got all the new equipment we needed, and so began the long good-bye. I’m not going to go into great detail about this portion since most of it is personal between John and me. But at the same time I was “enduring” loss after loss, I was also becoming more proficient in talking with humans who have transitioned to spirit. This was somewhat comforting to me as I knew my journey with John would not change in some ways. And I had a plan. I was going to be fine.

The Best Made Plans

By June of ’16 I had been moved out of our home and into a much smaller one, with Jack our kitty. Not only was reality setting in, I watched poor little Jack go through a long grieving process. I tried to explain and help him but really? We were both in a daze and stayed that way. This wasn’t part of the plan.

You think you know who will be there for you and who probably won’t as you move through these major life events. I was surprised and kind of shocked that my two “best friends” disappeared from my life. To me, it was just more loss on top of loss. But John was there. Anytime I would melt into tears I could clearly hear him telling me not to cry in that sweet voice I remember so well.  One night in an attempt to cheer me, he told me now he could travel the speed of light and was quite excited about it. Then added “but I don’t have to, I am light.”  I can hear him, but you can’t cuddle with energy. I miss him everyday.

But just because the people I thought would be here, weren’t, those roles were filled by other friends who have literally carried me through the past year. They’re local friends and now have permanent places in my heart. Because without them, I don’t know how I would have made it through this Year of the Fog.  And that’s the best description I can muster. My memory was shot, I was totally exhausted, and had lost over 30 pounds.

One night in an attempt to cheer me, he told me now he could travel the speed of light and was quite excited about it. Then added “but I don’t have to, I am light.”

I can’t say enough, or find the words to those (who know who they are) how much they helped John and me, and then Jack and me. The beauty of a small town is that yes, everybody knows everybody else, but at times like these it can make you feel warm and loved. Not as lost as you might feel in a large city. I have the beach close by and try to get down there, after all, I’m healing in one of the most beautiful places on the planet. But even that has left me feeling a void.

I started out this series of posts to work through my losses, and if you’ve been keeping count, it’s quite a bit. (See stories published since 2016) My husband, our house, my dogs, my cat, and yes even my childhood  best friend. But one thing I’ve held onto through all of this: I know I’m going to be all right. I know I’ll get back to “me” and living  my passion. And in just the past month or so this has turned out to be true.

Comin’ Round The Moon

My family has been amazing. I have a lot of catching up to do with their lives as I’ve been taking all the attention. But my brother, the guy who grew up two years away from me turns out has probably known me best all along.  I’ve spent a lot of time with him this past year. He had the perfect analogy for these past few years and shared it with me recently in the following story:

“remember when we were kids and the lunar module would go behind the moon? And for about eight minutes we’d be out of touch with the astronauts? And everyone on earth would hold their breath until they’d once again, come around the dark side of the moon and we could hear their voices and knew they were fine.  Do you remember that?  Well that’s you Leese! That’s you!  You’re comin’ around the dark side of the moon!”

That’s good little brother.

 

 

 

 

 

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An Angel in Skin

DSC00929 I met “the Kitty Angel” many years ago. Fascinated with her work, I offered to be a “side-kick” of sorts to learn more. I wanted to know what and how she does what she does so well. She knows more about cats, their habits, and their needs than anyone I’ve ever met.

The Kitty Angel is what I call an “Angel in Skin”. Angels in Skin are humans who work quietly on the planet in order to make life better for another, be it children, animals, or the thousands of homeless we never hear about. The Kitty Angel is an Angel in Skin. Without her, many kitties would be housed in shelters and eventually put down because there simply aren’t enough homes.

“The Kitty Angel is an Angel in Skin. Without her, many kitties would be housed in shelters and eventually put down because there simply aren’t enough homes.”

Angels in Skin can also appear to you disguised as a human, delivering a message you really need to hear, or they can be humans like the Kitty Angel, who are called by their guides to work on a specific project that keeps their heart space full.

Many times, she will have more cats in need of homes than places to house them. So she has set-up a place for a kitty to live – in her car. It’s a full kitty-condo, complete with toys, a litter box, and food.I have never smelled “cat” in her car. She parks out of the sun so that the kitty will be safe. This also accomplishes two things. 1) there is always a loving kitty in her traveling kennel on display, and 2) gives her more room for her homeless. She makes sure that even if she’s going to be parked in one place for a while, she visits the passenger often, giving them the love and attention required for a kitty waiting for their forever home. Her home can be filled with the homeless that she dotes on when she’s not out rescuing, visiting shelters, or doing a vet call. While the cats are with her, she learns their needs so it will be easier for her to place them.

Her husband has been more than patient over the years with her passion. He is to be honored as well.

Most of the cats have been abandoned in this economy. As an animal communicator, I frequently receive a text message from her with the following line: “Lost of Dumped?” I can quickly determine if the kitty in question has a home but can’t find it, or if the cat has been unceremoniously dumped. The places to dump kitties in our county are numerous. And some people simply don’t think twice about dumping their animals. They dump and run. No love lost there apparently. I believe these unthinking, unloving people who have the gall to dump a cat or dog – should simply be put out of OUR misery. After all, if they dump an animal, what else are they capable of?

Caring for these cats isn’t cheap. Each cat (depending on their needs) can cost hundreds of dollars for spaying, a flea infestation, and shots required in order for them to be ready to find a suitable home. And she has brought joy to countless families who are willing and able to love a kitty who needs them, as much as they need kitty. When a home is found, it’s a win-win for all. So for the ones she places (and again, there have been countless homes found) there is a whole new love filled journey for kitty and human. Adopting a kitty who is so in need of love, can be a great experience for you and your family. So her work DOES pay-off. It simply takes the right family at the right time.

Years before I met her, she attended school to acquire a job that would bring in more money for her mission. And most if not all of her paycheck goes towards the feeding and vet care of the cats. But it’s never enough, because there are always more cats in need. She’s had calls from British Columbia to San Diego from people who assume she’ll just swing by and take a cat off their hands.

This angel (I’m not using her name intentionally, because she can’t help everyone) is an amazing soul. She does all she can for whomever she can. I watch it break her heart to say “no” since she can’t help them all. I know how hard she tries – but there are simply too many kitties and not enough homes. And every minute she is not at her job, she is working for the cats. She puts thousands of miles on her car each year. Whether it’s to show a prospective new home a kitty, or helping a shut-in with their cat’s needs, to visiting shelters to take “tough cases” off their hands.

What can YOU do? Well obviously, make sure your cat is spayed or neutered. One female cat can produce over 50 kittens in their lifetime if they aren’t spayed. This math pulls into account the offspring and how many kitties they might have. It’s staggering how many people don’t alter their animals and then throw their arms up in the air when they have yet another litter. If your argument is you can’t afford it, there are many organizations who will help you with the cost. You can. You must. It’s called: the humane thing to do. A female kitty can have a litter of kittens when she is 6 months old.

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This is how we found our new kitty. And there are no words to describe the joy he brings us. He’s a terror alright, but when I called the Kitty Angel with my special request, she knew exactly where to find him. She took me to the home, and while we were there, made arrangements to transport our kitten’s mom to the vet to be spayed. This was her third litter and the Kitty Angel was going to personally make sure there wasn’t a fourth. That’s what she does.

If you are interested in making a donation this Christmas, consider the Kitty Angel. She works hard each day to provide a better life for many kitties. And as you consider your donation, remember that on Christmas day, she’ll be working with a kitty, somewhere to find him/her a better life. Donations? Please use my contact page.

Let their be joy and happiness in this holiday season. Remember: There is joy in everyday, we simply need to recognize and be thankful for it.

Gratitude

This evening I saw the most beautiful sunset. Living on the coast, I see many stunners, but this was one for the memory banks. A bright deep-pink, red strip sat over the light blue ocean after the sun had gone down. It was one of those little things that I will remember and savor.

We are not unlike most Americans in that we’re struggling a bit to keep our financial heads above water. I can say this knowing we’re not alone. But if we work hard towards the goals that are fixed in our hearts, there are many little occurrences that remind us to be grateful for all we have. And I’m not talking about material things, I’m talking about things that make us smile for no reason. Simple things that happen everyday that bring us joy and make us laugh.

Meet Jack. If you’d told me that after Breeze had walked through the veil I was going to get a kitten? I would have shaken my head no. No way. Nothing could persuade me to bring a new kitten into our home. But that’s exactly what we did. big_bed_jack_c Soon after we Breeze left her body, I heard from her while swimming in the pool. I often get unsolicited messages when I’m swimming because it’s a good time to keep my thoughts still. Her message was short and clear. I needed to bring a new kitty home to cheer Eddy. While the first part of this has proven to be a great idea, the second part, has taken some time to adjust. After all, Eddy lived with her mama her entire life. But Jack is special. Very special. He’s smart, he’s precocious, he’s patient with Eddy, and he’s exactly what we need right now. Not only that, but he’s already shown he will be invaluable in my work.play_hard Today I was working with a kitty who is in spirit. She belongs to a longtime client and there were many questions about her return. My client is anxious for her to come back to her again and also what to look for. This CAN be done. Our animals come back to us. And there was a part of me that hoped Jack would either be Bart or Breeze. But he’s not. He’s Jack. A totally new soul for me.

He’s a pretty busy boy. But he also harbors something special. Because as I talked with this kitty in spirit today, (one of three my client wanted me to talk with) Jack jumped into my lap and announced he KNEW this kitty. I was a little surprised as I’ve never met this client nor her kitties. And in his four months here in a body, I know he hasn’t either. I work with animals telepathically, so they can be anywhere doing anything when we chat. In a body roaming the planet, or in spirit. But Jack certainly knew her and would not leave my lap until I was done talking with her. At 4 months, he’s not learned the tools yet in which to help me with my readings in a constructive way. But he did know this kitty and was not afraid to say so. And the kitty acknowledged that she knew him too.

I’m grateful that he isn’t Breeze or Bart. As much as I anxiously await their return, I also realize that Jack is bringing a whole new level to my work. He’s going to add and teach both me and my clients. Just having him around everyday will bring a lot more knowledge into the work I do with animals.

I have many photos and stories about Jack that I’ll be sharing in the future. But tonight is about how we very often forget to thank the Universe (or whoever you thank) for very simple pleasures. How many things in your day do you take for granted that bring a smile? Do you remember to be grateful when your dog practically knocks you over because you have come home from work? Are you grateful for the sun that peaks or shines everyday during these short days? Are you grateful for the person who sleeps next to you at night and shares a laugh with you? Are you grateful for the pile of animals in your bed?

All these little things are here for the taking. They’re free and they’re wonderful. Because all we have is right now. Not what happened last week, not what tomorrow may bring, but right now. This moment. The glorious life you’ve created for yourself. If you aren’t practicing the Fine Art of Recognizing Joy on a daily basis? Then you’re living in your head and not in your heart.

This is what these new times are teaching us. We must learn to live from our hearts and forget all the things that make us nuts. Those things are created by us, in our heads and are easily forgotten with a little practice. Even during our hardest days, we can find and fill ourselves with love and gratitude.

In order to make a better world, we all must live in gratitude and joy daily. And it will take some practice since our lives have become so stressful and busy. But we need to return to a world where we live in our hearts. Try it. Master it. Pass it on.

So – kick your shoes off, enjoy a good book, meal, or a movie tonight – something that will make you smile. Or you can simply sit under the stars and be grateful you’re living in these times that have the potential of learning these lessons.

Me? I’m going to wake Jack who has slept on my lap this entire time – and find his mousie!

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Don’t forget, I’m running a special for the month of December. Go to my website where you can find out how to get a hold or me! Thanks to all who have participated!

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

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.

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

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.