Paw prints in the sand

These are my boys.  Al and Zeke. We’ve been hunting the beach and woods for years. Both have very different in personalities, but they are brothers and they’re a pack.

The very first thing they do when we get to the beach is to sniff out paw prints left by other dogs. They can tell when a dog has been there, if the dog is still around, and more information about the unknown animal through their keen sense of smell. As we start out on our walks, I keep an eye out. Mine are two of the sweetest dogs you’ll ever meet. But they don’t mess around when they come across a new dog. They have a routine and I know it well. People mistakenly believe that since I am an animal communicator, I can talk with them and ask them to behave in a certain way. But once we’re on the beach, they are dogs and I am human. They tune me out and do their dog thing.

When we meet up with a new dog on the beach (whose paw prints my boys have already detected) the dogs will posture. They stand and look stern as do the new dogs. Then Zeke, the smaller one will make contact. Al will follow and they begin the introductions. It’s interesting for me to watch.  If the humans with the new dog (or dogs) are relaxed, tails will wag and all will get along fine. I know my boys and know they’re friendly once they’ve been properly introduced.  Then it’s sniff time with the new canine, to make sure they all know who is the alpha: Al. He’s daunting because he’s so big, but inside that large body is a very sweet shy dog.

But if we come across dogs whose humans are uptight, then all the dogs will immediately break out into a brawl.  This used to scare me and *I* would become uptight. But how am I (one human) going to break up a brawl of 3-4 large dogs? I found the best thing for me was to simply keep walking and ignore the noise. After all, that’s typically what these fights are: a lot of noise  Once my dogs see that their efforts are being ignored, they leave the fray and follow me quickly. No leashes, no fuss, no yelling – we simply walk away.

No matter what the size or shape of your dog, they are all descendants of wolves and they have  to posture and fuss because it’s in their nature.   But when my dogs return to me after a dog meet-up, I always remind them they are good boys.  With those two words, they know I love them – in spite of their sometimes unruly behavior. Because this is what dogs do. They all need introductions and it’s up to us as humans to socialize them. Our reaction is what determines their behavior.

Not all dogs are as lucky as mine. As an animal communicator I have many clients who are uncomfortable with walking their dogs because they are worried about what might happen. “Dogs on ropes” as Zeke calls them, feel at a disadvantage when they come across another dog off lead. Coupled with their human’s fear of the unknown, a docile dog can become aggressive and this will turn into a pattern with a dog of any size. Small dogs are dogs too. As their human when you walk your small dog, let them sniff everything, let them smell the “paw prints in the sand”, and introduce them to a new dog, with no fear. If you are confident, the dog will be confident. Everybody wins.

“Paw prints” are left here on my blog . I want to thank all of you who have followed my experiences, been loyal clients, and left comments on my bog. I can see who you are and when you’ve been here and I really appreciate the return visits. Thank you.

And since it’s Christmas, I want to end this with a beautiful message Al once gave me. He was born “accidentally”  when his mom mated with a Shepherd up the road. His mom was a Husky and was set to be bred with their dog – his dad’s favorite dog of all time: Bob. Sadly, Bob died before Al was born, so Al was the chosen one out of the litter to live with the family. He knew from Day One that his dad could never love him as he had loved Bob. He loved his dad anyway, did as he was asked as he grew, and became a much beloved member of the family. But there was always that distance between Al and his dad. Al wasn’t Bob.

Through my animal communication, I taught Al’s dad a lot about Al and the things he had to say. Al was nothing like Bob but his sweet nature is irresistible. With his giant frame, there is a heart as big to go with it.

One day we were walking the beach and Al was at my side. He said to me “My dad loves me now like he loved Bob.” I replied “Really Al?, That’s great!” and he said “Yes, and all I had to do was be myself.”

May we all be reminded daily of Al’s message: to love others as we leave our “paw prints in the sand” and are loved by others:  simply by being ourselves.

 

**this is a family I am very close to. I am an honorary member of the pack and spend as much time as I can with Al and Zeke AND their other two dogs.

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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.

Can’t we just get along?

Recently a friend of mine adopted a dog. Not so unusual really, except my friend has always been a cat person. And that ‘s putting it mildly. My friend is a literal angel in our community who has rescued hundreds of cats over the years and found good homes for them. She has a small home, patient husband and too many cats-in-waiting. But she never refuses a cat in need. She’s been known to call other kind souls and ask them to help her foster a kitty for a short period of time until their forever home can be found. She has even set up a place in her car so that a cat can have a stable environment (so to speak) and feel at ease, warm, and fed until the right human comes along. So that she decided to adopt a dog is sort of out of her wheel house.

Over the years, I have worked with many of her foster kitties to help her with their background. The question for me as an animal communicator is simple “Lost? Or dumped?”  I find out a little background on the cat and then the Kitty Angel can better place them. As an animal communicator it’s a nice way to give to the community.

Nilla came with a history. She had a loud mother and an “in-your-face” three year old child as her pack. So Nilla, for whatever crime she committed, was sent to the shelter.  My friend chose her for her sweet temperament and brought her home. Finding herself in a new environment, with no one yelling or small children in her face, Nilla began to chase the two resident cats and played too roughly with her husband’s dog.

She wrote me in frustration on “Day 5: Nilla’s New Home” and asked me to tell the dog that “cats rule in this house.” Before I even spoke to Nilla, I wrote back and reminded my friend that animals have free will just as humans do. There would be no use in having me tell Nilla to stop chasing the cats or else, because that wasn’t  going to work and Nilla would find herself right back at the shelter.

I checked in with Nilla who indeed has a very sweet personality. She wanted to please her new family very much and was confused about the kitties. She has never been around cats, but boy are they fun to chase! I asked her to please stop but knew it was going to take some work on the part of my friend if this was going to be a success.

My suggestion was to take Nilla to the beach and walk her often. Talk to her. Animals understand everything we say to them. You may have found yourself confiding the deepest secrets of your heart to your beloved four legged. And even though they appear to be asleep, looking at something on the wall, or licking themselves  – believe me they’re taking notes. I suggested packing treats along for the walks, to keep her attention and let her run off some of her energy. I also suggested telling her repeatedly how much she wanted Nilla in her pack. And I suggested bringing up the subject of chasing the cats, and how this is something that scares them and they don’t enjoy.  And so she did just that.

Several days after our initial conversation, things are going much better. In fact all the animals can be in the same room without a lot of panic and protection going on. Nilla is quickly learning her place in the pack. Things aren’t perfect, but she is listening and learning.

Dogs are very different than cats in that they want to please first. Cats could care less. Dogs need to know their place in the order of the pack. Cats let you live with them. Dogs need structure. Cats want their food a half hour early. Dogs love to walk with you and explore. Cats want to ditch you and live their private life.

Temperament and the breed you choose are really important. Nilla has a sweet temperament and most likely came from sweet parents. And this environment works much better for her than her first family. If my friend had gotten a  Jack Russell, it would be: Game Over. Jack Russell’s are small and would seem a good match for cats, but they simply can’t resist chasing them. Jack Russell’s were originally an off-shoot of a breed that chases and kills small animals. So the instinct of the breed (mixed or not) is important too. But Nilla has a shot at this. Through her alone time with her new mom she is learning the ways of her new pack, where she fits in, and what’s expected of her. The expectations are simple: be the loving girl you are, and please don’t chase the cats. She has good temperament and doesn’t have that killer instinct bred into her.

Putting dogs and cats together in a family can work. But it takes understanding dogs and their need for structure.  A strong willed cat will put a dog in its place right away with a good swipe to the nose. But if a cat is the least bit timid, and the dog is strong willed,  then problems will arise for sure. And an animal communicator or pet psychic can’t fix this problem. We can isolate the issue, but ultimately, the human is the one in charge.  And that means coming from a place of patience, firmness, and most of all love. You will teach them faster with that combination than you will by blocking off the house, yelling at the new dog, and trying to fix an animal problem with your human mind.  Everyday must be predictable for the dog and everyday must have the same routine (or as close as possible) for the dog if you’re going to integrate them into a home with cats.

And as for the cats? They will get used to their new dog companion as long as you remember the half hour early feeding rule.

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.

When Animals lose their Human Companion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

Chewy’s Story

I have been writing about this little client since I started my blog. I gave him an alias (Han) and his journey with me and his human starts here back in the early summer of ’09.  This is the original photo I was given of the young Yorkshire Terrier puppy. Cute isn’t he?

He was less than a year old in this photo, had swollen eyes due to chemicals in the carpet, and was basically miserable. His humans reported that on a walk, Chewy had to stop and rest every few feet. And he was a puppy.

His vet (who had good intentions) just about killed him trying to determine what was wrong with Chewy. My human client Angela, was desperate to find out what was going on with him and called me. I always tell clients that they MUST use a vet, animal communicators are no substitute for a trained vet. But using an animal communicator can be very helpful.  Talking directly to the animal can bring things to light that vets can’t detect. We can find out how the animal is feeling and where they feel sick, and this aids the vet, if the vet is open to it. Because most animal communicators are not trained professional vets, you MUST use a vet of your choice if you have an animal who is ill.

Chewy had a rough time by seeing his regular vet.  He almost died. But I talked with Angela and she agreed to switch him to a Holistic vet. And it was then that Chewy’s life began to slowly change for the better. He had all kinds of issues with this white blood cell count, was severely anemic, and eventually had to have his spleen removed. His spleen was half of Chewy’s total weight. This surgery had everyone on edge – but it was necessary and it worked to alleviate his many health problems. This was Chewy after his surgery – mind you, this little guy is under 2 years of age. He had to wear a t-shirt in order to stay warm.  

Chewy has  weathered this storm. Through his mom’s love, his wonderful vets, and the love of his other humans, he is NOW a happy and healthy dog. But Chewy is a miracle of sorts. Had Angela stayed with her original vet, I have no doubt he’d be in spirit.

I have noticed through writing my blog that Yorkies are very popular dogs. They have hair vs fur (which makes them a great dog for those with allergies), they are beyond adorable, and if they’re anything like Chewy, they have  wonderful personalities. Even through his toughest times, he continued to be a dog. He loved unconditionally, played the best he could, and lived in the moment.

There are people out there “posing” as breeders. They aren’t licensed, are loosely regulated depending on the state you live in, and are breeding dogs too close together. It’s animal cruelty. So:buyer beware.

Don’t wish to go through all that? Then head to your local shelter and choose a “Heinz 57” dog who will be just as loyal and loving. If you’re unsure of your choice? Simply choose with your heart. It never fails us. And if you’re unsure of the dog’s past, an animal communicator or pet psychic can help you to learn the dog’s history. Most animals are straight forward with their past. They simply want to please and be loved.  Just like my buddy Chewy.

And now, let’s see the happy ending. After all the tests, surgeries, supplements, and love, here is Chewy today. A happy 100% healthy boy!

But what a journey it took to get here!

 

*Update: Sent by Angela, here is Chewy today. (Is it me? Or is this little guy smiling?)

 

 


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you Zoe.

Miss Maddie made it Easy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What animal communication isn’t

A lot of people that come to me for advice or help with their animal only have a vague idea what I do. They’re not not real sure how it works and they don’t ask.  They think I believe they should know before they have a consultation.  And there are some things I can do, and some I can’t.

Before man had language, we used to all communicate telepathically. Even with the animals around us. Ever had one of those moments with a friend where you exclaim” I was just going to say that!” The thought could have very well have traveled between you and your friend, but your friend was the first to verbalize it. In a way, that’s what I’m doing too.

A lot of people believe I can read minds. I have a good friend who still sort of believes this. I can’t read people’s minds and have no interest in it. Animal communication isn’t about reading an animal’s mind. That would mean I’d receive a lot of chatter about all kinds of things rather than what I receive: direct answers to my questions, only in different ways than a direct answer from another human. They understand what I’m asking.  I’m not observing their thought activity.

Some people find it odd that I can use a photo of an animal ( and I prefer this ) and to get all the information I need. For me, it’s a connection to the animal when I see a photo of them. I am learning but am not very confident yet, to not use a photo at all. In this method, I learn the name of the animal, a description, and their human’s name. Kind of like co-ordinates on a map. This is so much easier, faster,  and many communicators work this way. I wish I could explain exactly how it works and there are theories out there. But I don’t ascribe to one particular way. I just know it works. I see the eyes of an animal in a photo, I ask the question, and I receive information. If I’ve known an animal for a long time, I don’t need the photo. In fact several animal friends will contact me if they’re in trouble or need something.

For me, (we all work a little differently) once I see the questions from the human,  I introduce myself to the animal, and it becomes a series of words, pictures, feelings in my bodies, and short movies. They communicate in a way they think we’ll understand. Humans could do the same with each other but are too protected and guarded. Animals aren’t. They have no reason to be. Even an animal that has been mistreated by a human will share with me the details of the event.

I also don’t “work out” the details of the questions so that the answers “fit”. I love logic puzzles but this isn’t a logic exercise. This is an exchange between me and an animal, vegetable, rock, bug, anything with spirit. I have had some amazing experiences with plants, vegetables, and bugs.

I don’t talk much to the human beforehand and get a lot of information in order to make it “fit”. In fact I ask that people tell me as little as possible. I want the photo, a bit of background, and the questions. Keep it pure so that when I come back with the answers, the human knows I have connected with their animal. And I usually throw in a bonus question so my client knows I have spoken to their friend.

I can’t make your animal do what you want it to do. Sorry. They have free will. I can find out what the issue is and why they’re acting out, but the human has to take it from there.  It’s usually over hurt feelings or a misunderstanding. Or uh, lack of training. I mean, even though I can talk with him, my friend Zeke is still a dog and needs to be treated as such.

Animals aren’t “dumb” with small brains that can’t understand what we are saying to them. Quite the opposite. They understand everything that is said to them and around them.  I hate the argument that since their brains are smaller than ours, they can’t form thoughts and feelings.  Well they can.  It’s not just the food you feed them that keeps them coming around. They have a lot more going for them than that.

And they can understand our thoughts. Keep that in mind next time you plan a visit to the vet.

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.