I’m Bridget Pilloud. I talk with animals.
I live in Ridgefield, Washington (just north of Portland) with my husband, Brian, our 2 dogs, Nyna and Marvin and 1 very old cat, Leo.
When I’m not doing intuitive work with pets and people, I am deeply interested in color and interior design. I like to spend time with my children, who are now grown-ups. Also, we have a red boat named Dapple that we love to sail.
How It All Started
I started talking with animals in 2001.
Before then, I was pretty normal. I was a product manager for a software company. I had two kids, three dogs, two cats, a loving partner and a mortgage.
I don’t come from generations of mystics and seers. I’m not someone raised on tarot cards and vision quests. I was raised by Lutheran teachers in Minnesota.
Anyway, we had recently adopted a 9-year-old weimaraner named Beaulah. She had been put into weimaraner rescue by her owner, a single guy who ditched her to marry a lady that hated dogs.
I mean, who does this?
Beaulah had a rough transition. She had only known one owner. She had never lived with dogs or cats or kids. She was a cranky, sensitive dog and she was ours.
One morning, several weeks into this new arrangements, I woke up around 4 am. I’m not much of a morning person.
I sat up in bed wondering, “Why am I awake?”
Then I felt a wave of deep sadness in my heart. It was a gut-wrenching feeling. I looked over in the dim light and saw Beaulah sitting up on her dog bed.
I heard her say, “What did I do?”
I said, “What?”
She said, “What did I do that he made me leave home and come here?”
“Oh Beaulah!” I said, “You didn’t do anything! You’re our Beaulah and we love you.”
I sat on the floor by her. I pet her back and rubbed her ears for about 20 minutes, and Beaulah sadly settled down and fell asleep.
I sat by her dog bed and thought, “What just happened?”
Later that day, I walked by Beaulah, who was laying regally on my couch.
Okay, I thought, Let me try this.
I reached out to her with my mind, and said, “Hey Beaulah, How’s it going?”
She stared back at me. I heard nothing.
It was like whatever magic I had experienced was gone. What I didn’t know then is that it’s easiest to experience intuitive communication with animals when the situation is emotionally charged. That’s why I heard her that morning.
Prior to that day, I thought that you had to be someone really special, magical, mystical to talk with animals. The reality is that we all already do it to some extent, and that nearly anyone can get good at it, if they practice.
Beaulah lived to be 13 years old. She learned to really love her life with us. She became a happy, bossy girl, in charge of dogs, cats, kids and also, my shoes, which she carried around the house and hid in unexpected places.
That was the beginning of my journey.
Fast forward a few years…
I adopted an old horse named Bert.
Bert had an injured leg that wasn’t going to heal. He was in his mid to late 20’s.
He hobbled around on his 3 legs, and sometimes he rested his rump on the wall of his stall.
A 3-legged horse is not long for this world. The vet thought he had about 2 months to live when I adopted him.
I didn’t want Bert to suffer. I wanted a good end for him. I thought we were at the end of our story.
We weren’t. Much to his frustration, I treated him like he was dying.
One day, I said something to the effect of, “Hey buddy, is it your time to go?”
And he very clearly, and with some salty language told me what I could do with myself.
That started us on an 18-month journey, where he taught me, not only how to talk with animals, but how to see them. And also, how to focus on what matters in life.
He taught me so much. It was through his very clear voice that I first consistently heard an animal.
Bert passed away in 2005.
After he died, I talked with him on the other side (I know how this sounds, and hey, if this sounds nutty to you, our reality theories don’t have to match). He helped me grieve the loss.
Then one day, several years later, he told me he was coming back to earth as a black and white colt.
“Great!” I said, “Where and when should I pick you up?”
“I’m not coming back for you,” he said. “I’ve got some other people to help. Don’t try to find me. I just wanted you to know where I was, so you wouldn’t look for me here.”
He’s a helper horse. I get it. I didn’t get to be selfish and keep this wise soul to myself. We don’t always get what we want.
After I learned to talk with Bert, I honed my skills over several years, validating my work with 75 case studies and hundreds of conversations.
I am celebrating my 12th year as a professional pet psychic. I’ve worked with thousands of animals and their humans. I love what I do. I feel like I am a normal, average person that has been given an amazing and sometimes very difficult job to do.
Before every client, I pray that I can get out of my own way and help them. I think there is a great something out there that is invested in our peace and happiness, and in moving the whole world and every living thing in it towards wholeness. And I think that great something wants us to pitch in.
If I can do this, you can do this.
I talk with hundreds of pets a year. I’ve had a lot of practice. But, what I do, you can do. I compare animal talking to running a marathon. There are people who can step out their door today and run a marathon without ever having to train. Then there are the rest of us who might need a year or two or five to be able to do it.
This year, I am going to be teaching several Intuitive Animal Communication workshops- two online in March and October of 2019 and two in person in May and September 2019. The May 2019 retreat will be in Tubac, Arizona. The September 2019 retreat will be in Portland, Oregon.
Thanks for spending time on my site. Feel free to reach out to me if I can help you. I can be found at email@example.com.
I’ve been in the New York Times, the Boston Globe, Willamette Week, The Portland Mercury, and have been featured at PDX BackFence and Portland Ignite.
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