For Eddy, A Life Without Breeze? It’s Not a Life

mamma&baby3 A few weeks back, I announced our cat Breeze had transitioned into her energy body. It was somber, solemn time for our family. But no one has been affected as much as Eddy. She was Breeze’s daughter and they never spent a day without the other. Ever.

The photo here is one I took the first day they settled into our shop. Eddy was just 6 weeks old and still nursing. To say she loved her mom is an understatement. Everyday of her fifteen years, she was either sleeping with her, grooming her or being groomed by Breeze. So the sad truth that Breeze is no longer in our home has been tough on Eddy. She sleeps a lot and has little interest in interacting with us. For many days, she didn’t eat very much. To watch her is heartbreaking because as hard as we try, it’s just not the same for her, without her soul mate.

She’s grieving.

I’ve known that animals grieve, but I think there’s a difference between grieving for a member of the pack, and soul mate grieving. Animals live in the moment. And I know she can hear her mama. I know she can see her when she comes to visit. But since she lives in the moment, unlike most humans, I thought she might have a short grieving period and then she’d return to life as she knows it. And I couldn’t have been more wrong. Her pain is visible and there’s simply nothing we can do for her. I’ve tried to greet each day with a cheerful attitude and lots of attention for Eddy. But she’s not interested and acts as if she’s simply waiting for the next part of her day.

At first, she barely partook in her favorite activity: eating. Everyday at 4:00 the girls would roust me from what I was doing in order to have their dinner. We’d had a strict feeding time of 6:00, when they’d be given their treat for the evening. But cats have a way of working you back to when THEY want to eat. (I’m sure I’m not the only one who has experienced this) Eddy would cheerfully meow the longest even though she knew I was preparing their food. She’d also tell me she was simply starving! Unusual for a cat that weighs nearly 16 pounds. And to look at her, you can see she’s well fed. One time in our shop, a customer flat out called her fat. To which she replied “I’m not fat, I’m Eddy!” Animals do understand everything that’s said to them. We need to remember and be careful about that.

Now I sometimes have to drag her out of her quilt nest as late as 9:00 to make sure she has her dinner. She’s slowly starting to request food again, but it’s not in the same exuberant way. You can see the pain in her eyes. I’ve never seen anyone, human or animal struggling as much as she is right now.

I’ve had clients who’ve lost one animal due to age. And if there is another animal who was close to the one who has gone to spirit, it’s not uncommon for the second animal to follow right behind them into the heavens. And I’ve always thought that if Eddy or Breeze walked through the veil, the other would soon follow. It’s more common than we know. Human couples that have been married for many decades have been known to do this too. What is this strange pact we make with one another?

Shortly after Breeze crossed, she popped in one day while I was swimming. She told me I must get another young kitty for Eddy. She said she needed a kitty companion in order to pick up her spirits. So, (this being the last thing I thought I would ever do) we adopted a kitten. Eddy dislikes him intensely. He’s young, he’s a bit on the wild side, and most importantly: he’s not Breeze. There is a slight possibility that the new kitty will make a deal with Breeze and she’ll return and take this body. She would never be a clone of Breeze, but he’d be more familiar to Eddy and she might enjoy her life again. At first, I thought this was exactly what would happen. But now I have pretty severe doubts. After a couple of weeks, Eddy is tolerating him, but he’s not her mom. Not her friend. Not her soul mate. She doesn’t treat him at all like he ever will be. So, as I write this, Eddy is in one room and New Guy is sitting with me.

However, there is no doubt whatsoever in my mind that animals grieve. And it’s heart wrenching to watch. The only time Eddy is happy (or her new form of it) is at night when she’s under the covers with me, snuggled in, and talking about Breeze. I found that this brings her the most joy. Telling stories, just the two of us, about her mom. Her best friend. Her other half. We’ve been doing this every night lately. Will Eddy come out of her grief? I don’t know the answer to this. I hope so. But she’s also elderly and you can see the life starting to slip from her eyes. I don’t feel great about the outcome of this at all.

I’ve always known, deep down, that when one of my girls went the other would too. There’s nothing I can do about the outcome either. They may have made a deal before they ever arrived on my doorstep. Before they ever found their bodies. But I gotta say, this sucks. My girls have been such a huge part of my life. Losing one was hard enough. Losing the other is unthinkable.

But if this means that Eddy follows Breeze on her path across the rainbow bridge, I will honor their agreement to always be together.

I simply want Eddy to be happy.

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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

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.

Bimini – 2011- Swimming with wild Dolphins – Part One

My trip to Bimini this summer was beyond amazing. Since we find ourselves in a time warp (for lack of a better term) it seems to me like I was there yesterday. This is due to the planetary shift. Time for many of us doesn’t feel linear. So my memories of this fantastic adventure seem like they happened yesterday. I often find myself there again, recalling moments of amazement, laughter, and warmth.

My favorite time of the day is sunrise. I wake often just before the light dawns a new day and enjoy the last moments of darkness turning to light. The other morning I sat on my deck under a half moon and watched it until the sunrise made it was too bright to see. But one thing I had never experienced was a sunrise out of the ocean. It was on my bucket list. The first morning we were out at sea, I awoke just before dawn and scrambled up to the top deck of the boat, awaiting my first sunrise – which kinda felt like a sunset in reverse. Growing up on the Oregon coast, I’ve seen many sunsets, but this was nature’s beauty on a whole new level. This would become a morning tradition for the whole boat.
Part_one_a This was one of the many spectacular sunrises we experienced each morning. I was thrilled the first morning when a flying fish, jumped quietly out of the water and straight towards me, in the golden light that shown across the ocean.
Before I left for Bimini, I was told by a wise woman here that this trip to would be a “transformational trip” for me. And in so many ways, she was right. I learned more about communicating with humans on the other side of the veil, my animal communication has become more detailed, and I find that I now get information as my clients are asking their questions. As if information is coming to me all-at-once. There have been personal transformations too. I was surprised as my marriage almost crumbled, only to be turned into a place of happiness and contentment That’s transformation.

On the second day, we put on our gear for the water and went in to play around. The dolphins weren’t around yet, but a little practice always helps. Much giggling ensued as we tried to acclimate to our snorkels in the water. I swam off to be alone for a bit, and was surprised when I heard the familiar voices of my Atlantean family. I recognized my mother’s voice and the voice of my Atlantean husband. They told me that they were thrilled I had returned and had much to tell me about what is currently happening on the planet. I’ll write more about this when I describe our day on the Bimini road.

I was told by a wise woman that my trip to Bimini would be “transformational” for me.

The weird thing was, I knew them and wasn’t freaked at all. I recognized their voices, felt their love, and knew why I’m so drawn to the area around the Bahamas and the dolphins. In a previous life – I lived on the continent of Atlantis.

This would be one of many times they’d speak to me. Always in the water and I totally understood what they were telling me. I’ve had many visions of myself with a tall man, walking along a stone road, in a very warm climate. On our left is the ocean. On our right a small village with a large temple in the center. I know now: this is Atlantis.

Not all my experiences were this “jaw dropping”. There were mostly extended moments of joy, playing with the dolphins, and having a lot of fun with new friends. Each day was perfect in its own way. The weather could not have been nicer, the water was almost TOO warm, and every day brought new surprises for all of us.

Ever try and to snorkel and laugh at the same time? Not easy. But we adapted and I know I swallowed a lot of water. And when the dolphins weren’t around, we’d laze around the boat in the afternoons. We would hang in the warm evening air enjoying the moonlight. All of this for me make the Bahamas feels like “home.”

We spent an entire day with a dolphin family. A mama and her two youngsters were among them and were around me a lot of that day. (Part Two to come). We snorkeled a coral reef, something that was new to me. We enjoyed a full moon together. We even went out to the gulf stream and swam where the ocean floor was literally miles below us. It was all amazing and it’s all still here, etched forever in my memory. For when I can’t sleep, feel anxious, or bored – I take myself back to the Indigo and watch the sunrise on another day in paradise.

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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.

Swimming with the dolphins again

268195_10150227833917123_235748067122_7506993_410045_n In just one week, I’ll board a plane to head back the Bahamas to swim with the dolphins again. My heart soars at the very idea of being aboard Indigo, the boat I’ll live aboard, that will take us out into a sea of wonder. I live with the ocean at my front door, but it is very different from this ocean and all the wonders it holds. Three years ago I boarded the boat on an adventure with Dolphin Expeditions. All your needs are catered to, and all one needs to do is simply sit back, relax, and enjoy all that the dolphins have to offer.

As an animal communicator, this is very special. For the dolphins invoke in me emotions I didn’t know were there. Underneath, hiding in a special place in my heart, these creatures can bring out feelings of love, compassion, and knowing. I know my experience isn’t unique, I witnessed many people emerging from the water in tears, overwhelmed by their own encounters. Days, months, years after my return, I will carry the deep love and knowledge the dolphins provide. I will have a deeper understanding for all animals, and the information they provide me. This creates a deeper understanding with my animal clients. And it’s due to the dolphins.

Even now as I run through the check list of all last minute details of leaving home for awhile, I am receiving information from animals. They are indicating to me their wishes, totally unsolicited. All I need to do now is sit in my morning meditation. As easily as hearing the voice of an old friend on the other end of the phone, animals are coming forward and telling me their instructions for return to loved ones, or perhaps a simple request for a check in with their bodies so their humans can know how to help them. This is unusual since I’m not initiating these chats. And I chalk it up to the dolphin’s wisdom as well as the times we find ourselves living in. For as any good psychic can tell you – these are interesting times indeed.

Underneath, hiding in a special place in my heart, these creatures can bring out feelings of love, compassion, and knowing.

So, with a bag lightly packed, I will again visit the dolphins with an open mind and open heart to see what they have to share with me. As I recall last visit, I was so overwhelmed with information that was foreign to me, I thought I’d lost the message. But upon returning home I found it was all there for the taking. This time I feel as if I know more what to expect. This time I’ll be prepared for the onslaught of unusual information and feelings these creatures from beyond share. And this time, I may have a linear thought about the whole adventure, but I doubt it. For once again, I’m sure the dolphins are in charge, and I simply need to let go, and try and remember that. Words aren’t enough to describe the emotions that come with this experience. I”ll just sit back and enjoy what lies ahead.

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Log Trucks: Hearses for Trees

logs_c Every time I’m stuck behind a log truck, I get a queasy feeling in my stomach. It’s a mixture of grief and illness as to what lies before me: a hearse for trees. As an animal communicator, I not only understand when animals connect with me, but I also feel and “hear” trees, rocks, even water. That my sound like a stretch – but the old adage is true: we are all one. And that I see other commuters, sailing along past these large hearses shows either they are numb to it, or have never given it a second thought. “It’s just a tree”.
Recently I walked into this holding area and it made me want to turn and run. For me, it’s not unlike the wars we see on TV of scenes in far away places where there has been a war or natural disaster. All the bodies coming through our TV screens, meant to shock us, and yet – this graveyard sits squarely in front of the Columbia river. These lost spirits are awaiting their next journey overseas to mass produce housing for some other country. How nice of us! These defenseless souls lie in wait, most, but not all of them devoid of the spirit they once held. Do we ever thank our own homes? Do we thank those who gave their lives for the purpose of housing us?

Do we ever show gratitude for those who gave their lives for the purpose of housing us?

Most of these “logs” formerly “trees” are old growth. That means that they were here to greet Lewis and Clark and their grand expedition. In those days, and even several decades ago we had raping of the land under control. But today with humans procreating more and more humans, the demand for bigger hollow homes is on the rise. Not just here but around the world.

And what of the eco-system that is slaughtered along with the trees? What of the thousands of species that depended on these giants for their homes, their breeding, their food? The grasses where these giants once stood in forests are matted down like unwashed hair. The animals are displaced and dying. And many are coming into our neighborhoods to find food. I recently saw a bear in a school yard that was wandering aimlessly looking for something to eat. It’s disgusting because we’ve thrust ourselves into their habitats.

They “replant” what they’ve taken. Many times with the wrong types of trees for the climate. Many times without replanting happening for years on end. Many times it doesn’t happen at all.
I’m not suggesting that we can do much about our dependance on trees. That would be blissful thinking. And it’s not going to happen anytime soon. But we can be grateful. We can quietly and often, give thanks to those with no voices. We can look around our homes and thank the trees that gave their lives for our shelter. To me, “it’s just a tree” is ignorant. Because in the world I live in, they’re soulful sages of time and loving energy. They are the true time keepers of the planet. They are also becoming and endangered species.

So the next time you see a log truck hauling its sad load up the highway, send out a little prayer of thanks for those who have given their lives for the planet.

The trees.

Eagles: from hatch to fledge

I think we all would agree that there is nothing more stunning than an eagle in flight.  Their wing span alone can be a give away as to their identity. But also that beautiful white head of the adult eagles.
For the past two months, I’ve been watching a pair of bald eagles as they raise their clutch of three eaglets. I began watching shortly before the third hatched and have been hooked ever since.
Eagles mate for life. The male eagle builds a nest that takes him up to three months to complete. If he doesn’t have a mate, he will try and attract one by impressing her with his nest. If she likes what she sees, the pair will begin a life long journey together of raising young eagles. The nest I’ve been watching online is in Decorah Iowa. It weighs over 1000 pounds and is 6 foot across. The tree was chosen right next to a fish hatchery. Very handy when feeding growing young eaglets.The dynamics and love displayed by the adult eagles is not only interesting, it is a good lesson for all human families.

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This photo was taken when then eaglets were just two weeks old.  It’s a glimpse into the lives of young eaglets we rarely get to see. But here they are patiently waiting for their breakfast. I wondered as I watched them grow how a mom and dad with talons that can grip hundreds of pounds of pressure, and beaks that can do about the same could show love, and affection toward their young. But love and dedication shown these eaglets is obvious every day. Moment by moment mom and dad attend to the feeding of themselves, after they’ve fed the eaglets. An adult eagle will eat up to a pound of fish (food of choice) a day. So it’s hard to imagine how they pull it off. When they were this age, the mama eagle spent most of her time sitting on them. One: to keep them warm and two: so that predators couldn’t haul them away.  Continue reading

My Sweet Girls

E&B_a1One spring morning I was living my life as usual. I had opened my store and walked to the bakery in front of our shop for coffee. And there under the bakery were two kitties. A mama and her 6 week old baby. Someone had cruelly dumped them and they were living on their own. The excited group of locals watching these sweet two convinced me within minutes that I should take them to our kite shop and they should live there. I don’t think I’ve ever made a faster decision in my life. Within 15 minutes I was headed back to my shop with coffee and 2 young kitties.

I would find through talking with the mama the trauma she had been through. She had been dumped on the busy highway with at least 3 kittens. She was only 6 months old herself and had a huge task at hand. A man, she told me, left her and her family sitting by the busy road that runs along side our town. She decided to try and move her babies, one at a time, from one safe place to another. Once they were hidden, she hunted in order to produce milk to nurse them. Sadly, while trying to move and keep the babies safe, she was outnumbered by predators and lost two of her precious kittens. So by the time she reached town, some 1/2 mile from where she was dumped, she only had one kitten left. And she wasn’t about to let this one go. E&B_b

Moving into our shop was a tough sell. I spent most of the morning with the tiny kitten inside the store, and the mama in the bushes outside. She growled at us, hissed, and was so overwhelmed with PTSD that she was terrified of humans and what we might be doing with her kitten. I finally picked her up and gently but firmly brought her into my office where her baby was waiting. I had set up a box for them to settle into. And FINALLY mama felt safe and relieved. They slept most of that day. Mama would wake occasionally to eat some food I had put out for her. One didn’t need to be an animal communicator to feel her slowly melt into the love and warmth of my office. I had two new kids.

So by the time she reached town, some 1/2 mile from where she was dumped, she only had one kitten left.

One of our helpful locals assured me that the kitten was a male. Turns out “he” was a “she”. I will say she has interesting markings back there. But by the time I took them to the vet for a health check, I had already named them. The mama I named “Breeze” and her “son” we called “Eddy”. They knew their names, so we didn’t rename Eddy. She loves her name even though it confuses everybody else. Continue reading

Al wants a puppy Part 2

If you haven’t read the first part of Al’s story, please see Part One here.

So the plan was this: Since I didn’t have experience talking with animals in spirit at that time, Al would have to ask a potential puppy if he would agree to exchange spirits with Zeke. Then Al would relay the information to me. Awkward? Just a little. Because this meant that we’d have to take Al along on our search for the puppy. Then the 120 pound Shepherd would have to be introduced to the candidate. This wasn’t going to be so easy.

We called the local shelters, but no one had puppies. We drove the back roads of our county to the north, but no signs indicating young dogs. Nothing.

One day we decided to head south. I’m not very familiar with the towns or the rural area south of us, but Sandy, (Al’s mom) had lived there before moving to our town. She knew the back roads, little stores, and post offices. Places we thought we might find a sign. A literal sign announcing puppies.

I asked if there was a feed store in the area. I am not someone who uses a feed store, wasn’t sure what they sold there, only it had come to me that this was the place to look. And Sandy knew of one close by. I walked into the store and there on the bulletin board was the sign we’d been looking for. “Puppies – 8 weeks old – 7 males, 1 female”. I knew we’d found our place.

That night Mark, (dad of Al) called the Puppy People. Not only did they have all the males left, but one was two colored. He was black and red. Continue reading