In September, I very nearly left animal communication.
It’s hard sometimes to do intuitive work. It’s hard to be in the mix with people and pets. Most of my clients come to me during traumatic situations.
It’s hard to see pets in pain.
And frankly, I was surprised at how many times I went to help a pet, and realized that the help wouldn’t really matter if the person didn’t get spiritual healing.
So, I hoped that by helping people, I’d help pets.
And also, I have to admit, when you do something amazing, sometimes you get jaded to the miracle.
I’m telling you this, because last week, things changed for me.
Last week, I was working with a dog that had passed away. Her name is Owen.
I searched for her on the other side. I couldn’t find her. And then I heard a voice say, “Don’t look for me in heaven. I’m right here.”
Owen materialized in the room for just a moment. I had goosebumps.
I asked, Could you do that again? and she said, I could, but I don’t think you really want me to. Would you like everybody else to appear too?
I said, Who is everybody else?
For just a moment, in my mind’s eye, she showed me my living room full of dogs.
Dogs in motion.
There had to have been 40 dogs in that room, 40 spirit- dogs.
Over by the window, I saw my old weimaraner, Beaulah.
She looked at me with her knowing countenance.
“They’re all with you.” Owen said. I burst into tears.
Owen said, “We need you to talk for us.”
“Okay”, I whispered.
I felt settled back into my gift, my beautiful gift.
What does it mean to talk for spirit-dogs? I’m not sure.
I have big love in my heart for that experience. I’m staying an animal communicator, and I’m going to get back into the habit of writing about it. There’s much more to animals than what we experience here. These little poop machines have great purpose.