My Angel Helpers

6_14_14a Over the years I have met and been privileged to work with hundreds of animals. I recently looked at the shelf which is now lined with many notebooks full of wonderful interactions with the special souls sent to work with me. All animals are unique and fun for me to get to know. I know I’ve helped to reshape the lives of many. But my passion is helping both human and animal prepare for the animal’s journey to spirit. I was once asked by a “famous” animal communicator why I would choose a “specialty” instead of advertising that I work with all animals, in all shapes and forms (I do). The answer is quite simple: it’s an honor to be a part of this private and very special time for both my human client and their animal friends.
Chelsea_angel But I am human. And there are some animals I’ve felt closer to. This is Chelsea. She and her humans moved into the home up the street many years ago. They were a pack of three humans, and a pack of three Portuguese Water dogs. And Chelsea? Well she became one of my favorite dogs. Although I love all three of “the girls”, there was something very special about her.

A lot of animals I work with use words, show me “pictures” and feelings in my body – at the speed of light. It’s a sit-back-and-wait experience for me as I put all their information into a linear way to pass on to their humans. But Chelsea was unique in that she always used words, and always spoke very slowly. As her sisters danced around me hoping for a treat, Chels would always sit back and wait, then ask for slowly if she could have a treat too.

Sadly in April, Chelsea joined her sister Ellie in spirit. Now there is one still in her body with the family and two in spirit. I was so grateful that on the morning of her last day on the earth plane, her mom called and asked if I’d like to come see Chelsea for what would be the last time. I felt honored to come and see her that day, not all humans can share the last precious moments with their animals.

6_14_14bWhen she arrived into the spirit world, she was greeted by her sister. Ellie was always the cheerleader. She was one of those dogs that would say and show me things at the speed of light. But we were all very happy to know that Ellie would be greeting Chelsea. A few days later, Chelsea told me she was getting along just fine, that she was enjoying the freedom from her ailing body, and had been told by Ellie that she could join my team, and added after a few minutes “whatever that means”. She was excited to be included but had no idea of what my “team” was and what her new role would be.

My Angel Team

Zeke_PA_3 Ever since my cat Bart went to spirit, we worked out (and by “we” I mean “he” told me this was how it would be) a deal. When I had a new client in spirit, the night before I was to work with them, I’d ask Bart to please locate the animal for me. In their new spirit body he’d have them ready to talk with me the following morning. Every time I’d tune in, and there would be heaven’s newest angel and Bart. I would thank Bart and he’d go back whatever he was doing. As time went on, I had more good animal friends leaving the earth plane and crossing the Rainbow Bridge. And everybody wanted to help. I’m not sure if Bart recruited them, or if they found out about this very helpful part of my work through some other means. And now I have a team of Angel helpers who do so much more for the animal who has just left their body and are searching for the Rainbow Bridge.
Bart_spirit Recently I had a client ask me to take the journey with her dog. After a long and full life, this sweet wonderful soul was ready to go home. So I enlisted my best team of four: Bart (cat) Breeze (cat) Ellie (dog) and Chelsea (dog). It was Chelsea’s first time escorting an animal to the Rainbow Bridge. She did such an amazing job! She has only been in spirit a short time herself, but here she was, like an old pro, gently guiding the dog to the bridge that would lead him to the spirit world. I was a little choked up after it was over. It was a beautiful sight.

I’ve helped quite a few animals as they leave their body and make sure they find their way to the bridge. For all, it’s an instinctual journey. Animals know when they are going home, and I suppose the same is true with humans. They seem to know institutionally how to get there too. It’s a fairly short jaunt from when they leave their body and arrive at the bridge. They are always met by animals they knew in this lifetime or a past lifetime. The reunion is a joy to watch. Typically they visit a bit, and then heaven’s newest angel crosses the Rainbow Bridge with some old familiar friends.

I wouldn’t change what I am gifted to observe for anything.

It’s truly a joyous moment. I’m honored and grateful that I can observe these reunions and watch as they walk the bridge to the other side, where they are free from their typically ailing bodies.

I wouldn’t change what I am gifted to observe for anything.

Note: The Rainbow Bridge is the bridge to the spirit world for animals. You can read the original poem, here

I’m Back!

 A few months ago it became evident that I needed a break. I was being pushed and pulled in many directions. So I gave up the one thing that I most love – my animal communication. Although I thought it was a permanent change, I had no idea how much I would miss my animal and human clients. However, Spirit has a way of not letting us fully “detach” from our path. And make no mistake, this IS my path. 12_3_g Even though I was not taking jobs professionally, Spirit showed me a few things about wildlife I never knew.

Two owls have built a nest near our home and at night I could clearly hear them calling to each other. At first, I listened with delight as I’ve never heard them before. Soon I found myself eavesdropping on their conversation. One owl would stay in a tree and be the “listener”(Owl Number One) while the other would call out as to whether or not he had found food, or the “Caller” (Owl Number Two). Owl Number Two was always calling from a different location and it confused even me, let alone the prey. Each time he called out, Owl Number One would respond. Soon the calls would come closer together, and then they’d call out simultaneously. Then the woods became still again. I realized this is how they hunt, and once prey has been located, the agreement has been reached with the prey, the Owls feast. Really interesting (and really a good idea to keep your small animals indoors at night).

I had no idea that giving up what I love most – helping humans to understand their animals – was the wrong choice to make.

The animals are such pure hearts and souls they will always be on my List of Offerings, but after the first of the year, I will have a big announcement. I’m waiting until I can bring my website into this blog, I want to write a little more, and then I will be ready.

New to my Business: I am now taking credit cards through my own processor. My fee for working with your animal (here or in spirit) is $75 which includes a follow up if you would like one. For more information, please visit my website here. I’m doing readings a little differently now too. Instead of writing emails with the answers to your questions, I’m calling clients back with the information I receive. This has proven most beneficial to the client. So write me via the form on my site, leave a comment here, even if you have questions on how this works. I look forward to hearing from you!

Oh – and why beach photos instead of Owl photos? Because it has been stunning here and I thought I’d share them with you. It may be really cold, but wow, nothing like the winter sun on the ocean!

Love and Light

Lisa

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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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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.

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.

Please, Don’t shoot the messenger.

I attended my first animal communication course given by a famous animal communicator. She offered a beginner’s course in Oregon and although it was a long drive, I opted to go. I needed to find out whether or not I was hearing messages from the animals around me.

Our last session of the two day course was held on a farm and we were told as our final test to go out and have a conversation with one of the animals for about five minutes. The woman who taught the class is very good and held in very high esteem in the animal communication community. She walked through the farm as each of us talked with our chosen animal. She could tell if we were truly talking with them, or “projecting” – a term often used when you create what you think the animal is saying, and not what is truly being said.

We all gathered back around a circle and were asked to relay our experiences with the animal we had talked to. I was a bit shy about repeating my conversation but finally spoke up and told the class that I had talked to a horse who enjoyed having a good poop. No words of wisdom, no message from the Universe, just that he liked relieving his gut.

Our teacher was quiet for a moment and then said to me “You are a natural at this. You don’t even have to try.” I was really quite surprised as I came to realize that all conversations held prior to this class, had actually happened. I had come for an answer to my question  and took me on the path I’m on today.

Upon hearing validation from one of the best, I practiced for the next 4 years. I worked with another highly respected animal communicator as my mentor.  I asked friends, and friends of friends to let me practice on their animals. I worked hard but didn’t always come back with the correct answers. My mentor (who doesn’t take students) was hard on me, and taught me great tools so that I could go on to be a professional.

Animals communicate with me in any way they think they can best get their message across. They use words, feelings in my body, and “movies.” The movies are scenes from the animal’s life that race by very fast. All this can happen at once and deciphering the message is tough sometimes, but even if I don’t understand it, the human typically does. And now, many animals later, I have a good idea of what I’m getting, and have had high praise for my messages.

I decided that working with animals in spirit was the thing for me. I love speaking with the animals in this form because their messages can be lovely.  They come and say what they have to say to their human, and if I had to describe it, I would say it’s animal communication in its purest form.

I am very sensitive to the humans who have lost their animal. The last thing I want to do is upset them more by delivering a message that is off or untrue. But if someone is having an animal communicator experience for the first time, they may become confused by the message.

And what to do if it doesn’t ring true? What if the message is misunderstood by the human and they become more upset? That situation makes me feel very badly. The last thing I want to do is to make a hard situation even harder. I think humans should  understand: they are having me talk with a spirit. Their beloved animal companion has taken different form and may deliver a very different message. Some have very “earthly” messages, for example “I miss our walks together.” But other spirits who are more evolved might say “It’s about love and acceptance, and I will return to you soon in another form.”

And do I still “miss”? Of course I do. Not often, but occasionally, since I’m human after all, I miss the message or talk to the wrong animal. But I’ve learned to recognize when I miss and am willing work with the client until we figure out what may have gone wrong.

This isn’t an exact science. I try, through this blog and my website to teach humans what to expect when they have me, or any animal communicator talk with their animal. They may not get the answers they wanted, but they are getting a message that is truly and simply: just for them.

The one thing my mentor always told me was “if the animal said it? Then that’s what the animal said.” And she’s right. Second guessing or trying to ask again from another angle is simply projecting what the human wants to hear. I don’t work that way because it doesn’t work.

So if you think you’ve had a bad experience with a pet psychic or animal communicator, please don’t shoot the messenger. Sit with your answers for a few days, weeks, or even months. I believe that eventually you’ll find that the message you received is just for you.

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.

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

Love, Mom

Animal Communication: continued lessons from the animals

As an animal communicator, I’m always learning. If you aren’t and “stuck” into a pattern of knowing all there is, then you aren’t growing. My blog has gone untouched for many months since I’ve had many animal communication jobs and learned a lot of interesting and helpful information, than when I last posted.

Meet my friend here. His name for the sake of this article is “Bear”. This is not his real photo or name. But Bear is in the last stages of his life. He’s preparing for spirit and so is his human. She is a friend and has been taking a course online about animals making the transition and recently she attended a conference in another city. A long journey she wanted to take with Bear.

Bear is at a point in his life where routine is everything. Like elder humans, he likes to greet his day knowing exactly what will happen. No surprises thank you very much!  He also likes his mom with him whenever possible. So my friend decided to take Bear to the conference where she’d learn more about his journey. I offered to explain to Bear,  in advance of the trip all the particulars. Where they would be staying, what they would be doing, and most importantly: did he want to go?

He was very excited about the entire adventure. Not only did he want to travel with his mom, but he wanted to participate in this most important conference. For he, after all, is in the stage of life that was the subect of the conference. He was excited and had some very wise words for his mom.

“This is the journey my mom and I are on. She needs to feel the healing *I* can bring to the end of my body’s life. I will still be with her always. She will continue on to help other animals as they move out of their body and I will be there along side her to help. I will help all the humans at the “place” (conference) with their animals too.When go to spirit, I will greet those who arrive in spirit and be their guide. This isn’t a sad time, it just the time my body is starting to fail me. It is natural. BUT, while I am still here, my mom and all the people can feel my healing come through for them. That is why I am going.  These humans are not assembling by mistake. They too have lost animal friends and want to learn how best to assist us. How can they do it? By letting us be who we are, and always were. We can heal them as we move back to our home. I am very excited to share my healing with these people.

And to my mom: Please don’t worry about me. I am happy and I’m fine. I will leave when the time is ready. But for now, our love is to be cherished in the moment. For this moment is all we have. Let’s enjoy this time and don’t go to the worry place. I am fine. If the body acts strange, don’t be worried. The body can’t help what it does now. But I am still “Bear” and will always be by your side, helping you in whatever way you choose. Animals need humans like you mom. You are full of life, you bring awareness, and you say it in a way that truly heals.


As an animal communicator, I knew these words came from Bear’s higher self. But they’re universal to all animals.  Humans need to understand that our special connection with our animal friends doesn’t go away when the body is finished. It’s always there, every day, helping us in our daily lives.

Bear’s words are words for us all to live by.  And a lesson for all humans.

 

 

 

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.