I am now going to rant about people who make bad choices…and are possibly addicted to rescuing.

A few days ago, I received this email.

Hello Bridget,

I have been seeking a communicator for my two dogs. I am hoping that you will or you know someone who can help me.

I have two female dogs who are sisters rescued from ____________. 

One has been diagnosed with kidney failure and the other is now peeing 6-8x a day on her bed.

It is over $200 for the tests to see if she also has kidney failure. They may both be put to sleep within a week. Though I can’t afford that either. I have spent over $2000 on the two of them in 2 months and am in danger of losing my house.

Would you be willing to talk to them and find out if they truly are in pain and need the daily medication? Are they feeling so bad they want it to be over? Etc

Their lives are on the line. I can’t even believe I’m considering having them put to sleep but the costs are enormous. If they don’t want to continue living as they are, etc.

I would appreciate any advice or help you can provide.

I don’t know this person. And I’m not 100% sure of this person’s circumstances. There is probably more to her story. So, to be fair, while this email is typical of the emails I get from the people I am about to rant about, I don’t know that she fits this category.

I do know that she has just hit up a stranger for pro bono work because she has a situation that she can’t afford.

If you are $2000 away from losing your  home, you have no business rescuing a dog (unless, like the homeless man I met last year, you are willing to put the treatment and well-being of your dogs over your need for shelter).

$2000 is, sadly, a drop in the bucket. In my household, I have a dog with $8,000 knees. I spend over $1200 a year just on pet food. And another $2-3k a year on vet visits and pet meds.

You certainly have no business rescuing two dogs from far away when you yourself live on the West Coast of the United States.  Even if a rescue paid to have them shipped to you, you took their resources with the promise that you would be able to take care of these dogs. And now you’re flustered because these dogs have medical conditions.

People who rescue beyond their resources, they frustrate the hell out of me, because most of them know better, and their reasons for rescuing have very little to do with the well-being of who they rescued.  They have to do with their addiction to the Rescue High.

Again, I don’t know if this person who wrote this email is addicted to rescuing. I know she’s hurting. I know she could have made better choices.

I am so utterly tired of the wing and a prayer approach to life.

It will work out is not a plan.

You want to help dogs but are lacking cash flow?

Foster a dog.

Or put pictures of adoptable dogs up on twitter or facebook.

Or volunteer at a shelter.

Maybe you have an elderly neighbor who has a dog that needs a walk.

There is so much you can do.

You want to help horses but don’t have the funds to keep one? 

Work towards legislation to keep wild horses free.

Raise money for horse rescues.

Clean out a barn or two.

There is so much you can do to make a difference that doesn’t require you to spend a cent.

Maybe it doesn’t give the same emotional high as pulling a little dumpling of a dog out of the euthanization line.

In the long run, you will save more animals.

And you will cause less heartache for yourself.

You will put yourself in a position where you can afford to rescue dogs yourself.

The world cannot afford to pay for your drama addiction. 

Notice your own bad choices. And stop doing them.

Stop shrugging your shoulders and wondering about the bad run of luck you’ve had.  Notice when that bad run of luck is you NOT listening to your intuition and instead making really short-sighted decisions.

Please Get This:

I am not talking to those souls who are really down on their luck or who are oppressed by a society that favors some more than others.

I’m not talking to fast food workers or grocery store workers or those who get up at six in the morning to collect cans.

Nor am I talking to those who have to work several jobs or who are looking for work and are discouraged.

Or those who rescued an animal when they had money and then experienced a spectacular economic free-fall.

I am talking to the rest of you that know better and continue to make short-sighted choices because quote you just can’t help yourselves unquote.  The ones who push down your voice of reason in favor of the rescue high.

I’m talking to those who are addicted to drama.

The people and animals who are really suffering- they suffer more because of your bad choices.  You prolong their suffering because you are being needy.

The energy workers you hit up- they can’t help other more deserving people if they are helping you out of a bad choice that you made.

I know that at the root of this, you’re someone who is trying to turn your own dark energy to light.

You’re someone who is troubled, who is lacking, who wants to feel something. I get that.

And a huge part of me comes forward and says Go with God. I hope things get better. 

And another part of me says Stop it already. Stop using your power to make things worse for yourself and those innocents that you pepper your life with.

Especially if you look behind you and see lots of moments where someone bailed you out because you made a bad choice.

And Please Stop Thinking Of Energy Workers as Good Fairies.

We are  not.

We are real people.

We have mortgages.

We have a limited amount of energy to give. The vast majority of us help more than we should for people who really need it.  As I write this, I am fostering a puppy who likes to pretend he’s a bed shark and bite the toe tourists at night.


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Ellie, Get your Grr…

Patrick and Mindy asked me to consult with their dog, Ellie.  Ellie is awesome.  She’s a straightforward smart dog.

She also was driving Patrick and Mindy a little nutty with her barking. And it didn’t help that she got her brother dog, Trek, worked up too. Continue reading

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What The Animals Have Taught Me

Animals are so straightforward. They don’t look too far outside themselves for the answers.

Animals need love, food, shelter. That’s it.

I was going to add exercise, but you know, that’s a domesticated thing. If you’re being chased by a lion, (or you’re chasing an antelope, for that matter), you’ve got no use for a treadmill.

Animals have the gift of knowing what they want, in the moment. That’s so cool.

And believe me, I get it. I get that humans are here to plan and steward, that if we actually followed the way of Walt Whitman and turned to live with the animals, we’d find ourselves cold, wet and hungry and pissed off.

BUT- wouldn’t it be cool to be in the moment? To lay down when you’re tired. And eat when you’re hungry. And play ball and frisbee, and yes, maybe mix it up with a dog that’s trying to hump you?

Why don’t we know what we want?

Why do we spend so much time chasing stuff we don’t want? Or buying stuff we don’t want and then working at jobs we don’t like to pay for it?

Animals trust their instinct. For better or worse. We don’t. We do anything but. We cerebralize our lives.  We process our emotions.  We live life without getting dirty.

What is that about?  

I’ve spent nearly 3 months not advertising my work with people. I thought I was just having some sort of resistance, that if I could just get over my writer’s block, I could open the doors again.

I’ve been spinning down since October.

I blamed myself. I have these gifts. I should use them. I should help people. Why am I not excited?

And then this morning, at 2:30 am (Thank you, Olive, for your late-night potty break), it hit me.  The help I’m giving people–> It’s not the help that people need. And as importantly, it’s not the help I want to give.

It’s not my instinct.

And suddenly, what had felt like a wet smoldering, within me, turned into real heat. 

I’m not here to hand-hold and get people through today.

I’m here to reset bones. I want to reset the spiritual bones.

I’m not a sugar tit.  I have something against sugar tits right now.

So, for my people clients, I say, unless you are ready to do vital work with me, to be brave and to really want to engage with life,  hire someone else.

If you’re ready to have your spiritual bones reset, and to start walking through life with purpose, I’m here for you.  For everybody else, my give-a-damn is busted.

If you’re not ready to tune into your instinct, and turn off the other voices that run your life, you’ve got something that you need to work out on your own.  And that’s cool. But don’t do it in my office.

There are people who need hand-holding right now. I’m not knocking them. But you might not be one of them.

Instinct matters. Gut matters. The world matters. Being a global citizen and making things better matters. Tuning into nature matters. Being connected matters.

That’s where I’m at.

And to my animal friends- Thank you! You can’t read this, but maybe someone will tell you.

And now, my instinct says it’s time for breakfast, and then a nap.







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Let’s Hear It for The Clean Read

When I leave a successful client session, I want my clients to feel like I’ve talked with their pets, and solved their issues.

I want to foster an environment of trust, so that they know, without a doubt, that I am talking with their pet.

I have heard skeptics say,

Beware the soft belly of Lotus the Cat. It's a trap! Unless you're her mom.

How hard is it to read a cat?  “What’s your favorite food? Tuna.  How do you feel about swimming? I hate it. What do you want to do right now? I want to go outside and catch birds.”

Skepticism has its place in our society.

Certainly, there are people in my line of work, who do cold reads, who only read animals in person, who take body language and owner cues and turn them into answers. 

A cold read is taking the subtle information that someone gives you and giving it back to them as fact.

It’s frustrating because some pet psychics (and other types) don’t even realize that they’re doing it. They actually believe that they’re reading effectively.  Or they cold read a bit, and then fill in the rest with their intuition, and the cold read contaminates the rest of the reading.

I am a huge fan of the CLEAN READ.

A clean read is a read where a person simply reaches out, asks the questions and returns the answers, without other information to cause speculation.

In person, a good psychic tries hard not to cold read. Observable information can get in the way of a clean read.

"Comfy" appears courtesy of LJhar6 via a creative commons license

For example, let’s say that you’re having a birthday party for your beagle. You’ve invited people guests, and a few well-behaved dogs.

Your beagle, let’s call him Buddy, is walking around with his tail a bit tucked and he’s panting a bit, and just in general, seems nervous.

A cold reader might say, Buddy isn’t used to so many people. (That seems like a natural observed assumption, right? (Nervous dog, lots of people))

A good psychic would ask Buddy, and might say, Yep, there are a lot of people here, but Buddy likes that, he’s stressed because someone left an unattended plate, and he ate a bunch of “green stuff” (I think, maybe, guacamole?) and he really needs to poop. 

or Buddy would like it if that guy would stop touching his dad’s trophies.

How to tell a clean read from a not-so-clean read

1. Clean Reads share personality features that match the pet’s personality. Clean reads sound like the pet.

I was recently helping a couple talk with their golden retriever. Lucy tends to wake up in the middle of the night. They were concerned about her anxiety.

It would be easy to make the assumption that they have an anxious dog, right?

But, they don’t have an anxious dog.

So, when I said, You know, in talking with Lucy, I’m not getting the personality of an anxious golden retriever. She doesn’t feel anxious to me.  

And one of them said, You’re right, she’s not one of those anxious goldens. We just can’t figure out what’s wrong.

If I was cold reading, I’d get a ping about “anxiousness” and find myself going down the trail of how to resolve the issues of an anxious dog (which are totally different issues than Lucy’s issues).

When I talk with an animal, the first clues I get are related to personality, just in the same way that when you talk to a person, you can immediately tell whether they are jovial or stand-offish or blustery.

It’s vital that I share that, first-off, so that the owner knows that I have reached their animal. In the (relatively rare, but it still happens) occasion where I am talking to the wrong dog, I want to recognize that as soon as possible.

If I say, Your dog is bouncing up and down so happy to talk. and the owner says, um…could you mean my neighbor’s dog?, I could certainly be ringing up the wrong dog!

Here are my lovely clients, Ramses and Izzy

A good psychic is going to trust their abilities to the point where if they’re wrong, they’re totally comfortable admitting it and trying again. No psychic has a 100% accuracy rate, any more than an interviewer or journalist has a 100% accuracy rate.  

2. Clean Reads are Not Dependent on Breed Information

A clean reader will not make assumptions according to a pet’s breed.

I have met Jack Russells (a breed with a well-known prey drive) who love to curl up with the resident kitties.

I have met Newfoundlands that hate water.

I know a cat that likes to eat melon.

And a rabbit who loves to stare at herself in the mirror.

I know a horse who thinks he’s people, who likes beef jerky.

If a pet psychic starts describing your pet according to their breed specifications, you’re probably dealing with a cold reader.

They should be able to tell how your pet is like its breed, and how he or she isn’t.

This is not to say that there aren’t breed similarities to keep in mind. Whenever I meet an orange cat, I tend to bring up the fact that the recessive gene for a cat’s orange color is also the same gene for small pre-frontal lobes.  Orange cats tend to have similar personalities, but there is a wide range of personality within the orange cat family too.

I know a lovely orange cat, Grimalkin, who likes to make jokes.

I live with a sweet orange cat who is excessively paranoid, and has OCD.

Do all orange cats like to make jokes? Nope.

Are they all OCD? Nope.

Do they have a tendency to be a little quirky? Oh yeah.

3. A clean read does not take into account the personality, affluence level, or geographical location of the human client.

Bo - the paranoid and OCD cat takes a nap

Some of my clients are wealthy. And some are famous. They may be people that you’ve heard of.  It doesn’t matter.

If a dog shows me a country road, but I know they live in the city, I talk about the country road.

If a cat shows me a cardboard box that he’s particularly fond of, and I know that his owner has great taste in home furnishings and money out the wazoo, I’m going to talk about the cardboard box. The cat knows what his box is made out of.  Why should I not trust that?

I once had a horse tell me that he was from Idaho. His owner was calling me from Indiana. I said, Did you know your horse is from Idaho? and he chuckled and said, Yep, I bet he wants to go back there and visit. Can you remind him how far the trip was?

4. A clean read will have bits in it that the psychic does not understand, but still relates.

I may not know why your cat continues to show me a gecko wearing a hat, who is staring at her from under the couch.

But if I tell you this, and it turns out that it’s your kid’s favorite toy and you’ve been looking for it, I sound a lot less like I’m crazy, don’t I?

Sometimes, it’s weird. Sometimes pets show me things that their owners can’t place and maybe I sound like I’m a little bizzaro.  That’s part of the job. It’s okay.

So, I will share whatever I get, in the way I get it, without speculation. Because that’s a clean read.

Let’s Hear It For The Clean Read!

I would love to hear about your experiences with clean and not-so-clean reads. And also, about other questions you have about being a pet psychic.



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Do you have a good relationship with your pet?

Our pets spend years working on being in relationships with us. They are (mostly) patient, (often) loving and (generally) enthusiastic as they try to be our friends.

And most humans want that too. We want to be close to our animals.

Olive and Gabriel (the new foster dog): heartbeats at my feet.

This is a good time for us to stop being lost in translation, and for us to relate to our pets as the dear members of our family that they are.

So how do we go about developing relationships with our pets?

I have a few ideas for us.

And I really mean US. My beloved dog, Olive- she’s suffering the effects of a too-busy human: one who doesn’t find the time for nearly enough walks, and then makes up for it with too many treats.  Currently, she resembles a swollen tick more than the cute little staffie that she usually is. The holidays did not help with this!

1. Stop and listen

90% of us carry on conversations with our pets.

Is this what it sounds like when you come home?

Ben-Dog is listening...

prettybadandIdidn’tgettoeatlunchuntil2.Whatdidyoudoallday? whatshouldwehave

We just rattle on with whatever it occurs to us to talk about.
If you did this in conversation with a human, what would they think?

Try this out instead:

Hey Buddy, I’m home. (Stop, take a deep breath, relax, make gentle happy eye contact with your pet. Pet your pet).

How are you? (Stop, wait and listen for an answer. Take another deep breath. See if you can make your slow breathing and their breathing match up).

Good? (Stop. Open yourself up for this conversation. Your pet is loving this attention).

Did you have a good day? ( Stop. Picture in your mind your pet doing fun things while you are at work).

I had a good day, except traffic was pretty bad, and I didn’t get to eat lunch until 2. (Stop, You can make a mind picture about traffic and lunch if you’d like. Listen. Get a little empathy.)

What should we have for dinner? (Stop, listen. You’re telling your pet what’s coming next, which gives them a routine, which helps them feel more at peace).

I know you’re having kibble, but what should I have for dinner? (Stop, listen. Pet).

Just a 3 second break between each question causes two things to happen.  First- you’re slowing down and actually connecting with your pet.  And Second- you might just hear or see an answer from them!

2. When your pet does something you’d rather they didn’t, take a moment to think about their logical reasons for doing so, and then change the environment to make this less likely to occur.

Leo tries out the roasting pan.

On New Year’s Eve, my cat Leo walked into my bedroom, meowed at me, and then proceeded to take a very liquid dump in my new Suede Sperry Topsider Wedges!


Well, from his point of view, he had a few issues that I was not addressing, and he needed to get my attention.

Foster dogs are annoying (we had just received a new one that day).

Cats should get to go outside on New Year’s Eve, regardless of the drunk drivers and hooligan teenagers with firecrackers.

The door to the laundry room is closed, and Leo does not have access to his kitty box.

Leo had eaten a lot of chunk light tuna as part of the day’s celebration, and was now feeling the effects of it.

This is not a free pass on bad behavior.   Leo still got a first-class ticket to a night in the laundry room.

But if we can understand the logic for why our pets do what they do, we can often change it so they stop.

Once I figured out what Leo was upset about, I got why he chose such an urgent display of frustration.  Why he victimized my new suede wedges? He’s not saying.

Pets are not people. They rarely act in a vindictive way. Their logic is different, based on their species.

Every pet has a logical reason for why they do things that we’d rather they didn’t. Pets pee inside to protect the house. Cats pee on the guest’s luggage, as a welcoming gesture (pee makes the guest smell like the rest of us). Dogs chew our favorite shoes because they miss us and they smell like us (also they were bored).

67% of owners believe that they understand what their pets are saying and that their pets understand them. I think this is true. And if you need help figuring out why an animal does a certain thing, consider investing in an animal communication session.

3. Put that smart phone down-

Bo and Gabe wait for me to finish writing this post...

Smart phones are a nice short-term way to quell anxiety. Our time would be better spent, (and our anxiety would go away) if we took more time to rest and do nothing, and/or hiked or played with our pets.

4. Notice the win-win possibilities.

Olive needs walks. Bridget needs to take a break every 90 minutes or so. Bridget could use the fresh air and moving too.  Win-Win.

Maybe you’re lonely and your dog is bored- take an obedience class or join a flyball league.

Are you and your cat stressed out? Re-arrange your furniture to create a lovely spot where the two of you can sit together (preferably by the window where the sun can shine in and where your cat can watch the birds).

5. Create a routine and then pepper that routine with moments of interaction.

Pets love routine.

Soup at 6 please!


Routines tell your pets what’s coming next. They become something to rely on. This is especially true for animals that have experienced trauma.  Olive knows that dinner is at six o’clock. She starts reminding me about 5 minutes beforehand.  She lived for awhile on the streets not knowing when she’d eat again.  Having a specific time for dinner makes her happy!

One of my clients tucked her dog in every night, putting a blanket over him and his dog bed, and kissing him and telling him that she hoped he had good dreams.  He loved this part of his day.

6. Pay attention to how your emotions impact your pet.

If your pet is a “feeler” (think retrievers, pitbulls, maltese dogs, and orange or calico cats), they pick up and resonate whatever you’re feeling. They literally feel how you do.

Some animals love this. It’s their purpose.  If I’m having a sad day, my orange cat Bo will insist that he sit on my lap and make things better.

Other animals are unduly burdened by our emotions.  They exhibit stress behaviors, licking and chewing, shaking, being less social, not handling new situations as well, etc.

My cat is not my therapist. Susan is my therapist. My cat is my cat. It’s up to us to keep ourselves mentally well, and to know what our pets can handle emotionally.

No-one wants to burden their pets. And yet we want to have real relationships with them. This is where listening and paying attention can do us the most good!

(That being said, don’t try to “fake” an emotion. Pets are like kids. They figure this stuff out!).


7. Learn to talk with your pets

What I do, you can do. Very soon, I’ll be offering online and in-person animal communication classes. I hope you’ll consider joining us.

New Year, New Relationship!

I hope that this list sparks some ideas for you, and that you and your pets have a happy 2013!

Recommended Reading:

Beyond Obedience

Bones Would Rain From the Sky

Learning their Language

Straight from the Horse’s Mouth






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Remembering Hunni

It seems strange to me that the first post I write in 18 months for Pets are Talking is about my own dog. I’ve been working with so many wonderful animals,  Cordelia, Noah, Grimalkin, Max, and Jackson and Jackson and Tabby and Magic and Norma and Athena  have reminded me how terrific it is to be graced by animals in our lives.

I want to share their stories, but first  I need to share one of my own.

Part of my job is helping people decide whether it’s the right time for them to put their pet to sleep. I ask the pet whether it’s their time.

Dogs, cats, horses, everyone has an opinion about whether it’s their time or not. Very few say, “Eh, whatever.”

So, last Friday, it was my turn to decide if it was Hunni’s time.

Hunni was my whip-and-retrieve-it, a whippet-golden retriever cross, the product of a purebred golden and whoever got in the back yard.

My beloved weimaraner, Max, had died. These puppies were advertised in the paper as golden retriever/weimaraner crosses. It seemed like a good sign.

I had to work that day, so my partner, at the time, picked Hunni out and brought her home.  I came home to find a tiny, blonde puppy with beautiful brown eyes.

You know, you should never let anybody pick out a dog for you.

They will invariably mess it up.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“It looks like her lights are on, but nobody is home.”

Her eyes seemed too bright, like she was on a perpetual dopamine high.

“I named her Honey,” he said. “Does that sound okay?”

I mean, she was honey-colored. But I don’t usually name my pets after food.

“That way I can say I have two honeys in my bed.”

At the time, I rolled my eyes. But now, I have a gag reflex whenever I think of that.

I made the mistake of correlating this dog with my partner, and as our discontent grew, this poor little puppy was ignored by my partner and resented by me.

She wasn’t my dog. I hadn’t picked her out. And she didn’t listen. And she wouldn’t fetch.

By the following January, my ex had moved out. And he left what I thought of as “his” dog behind. And he took my cat, Georgia.

I’ve talked before about how terrible Hunni was as a puppy. I renamed her “Hunni” because I started calling her “Atilla the Hunni”, due to her ability to conquer and lay waste to my shoe collection, my friend’s prescription sunglasses, the various knobs and stick-shift in my car. If it was plastic, it was history.

And my living room made a very convenient bathroom. And she learned how to turn the deadbolt on the door in the laundry room, to let herself and Guapo out during the day while I was at work.

My neighbors hated me.

This was before I could talk to animals. After thousands of dollars in training, and no results, I made a last-ditch effort and hired a pet psychic.

And she set me straight.

Hunni really liked me. She was happy that she didn’t have to go with my ex.  She didn’t realize that it was really a problem for me that she did her business on the living room rug.  And she would fetch, but not a ball, because a ball’s roundness bothers her. Could I find something with legs to throw instead?

That animal communicator solved our problems in about an hour and a half.

And then, my partner, Brian and his dog, Benny showed up. And those two were like peas and carrots from the beginning.

Hunni became (or maybe she always was) a sweet and kind dog, with mostly impeccable manners.

While she never quite got over the chewing thing,  she was my kid’s best friend, curling up with him every night, at the bottom of his bed.

She was a dainty little thing who hated sweaters and ketchup, but loved pretty much everything and everybody else.

For some reason, she really liked this little blue hat.  Here she is, annoyed with Beaulah for wearing her hat.

And look how she cute she feels wearing it.

We knew she was slowing down as she neared 12 years old. She napped more. She lost her hearing. She started having little accidents around the house.

About a week before she died, Benny stood over her and whined and pawed at her, something he never did before.

“I don’t think Hunni’s going to be around a long time,” I told Brian.

She cuddled a lot more. And she smiled a lot.  I gave her belly scratches every day, and she’d fall asleep after 20 minutes or so.

She had the best smile ever.

We thought we had more time. We thought she was just slowing down. We didn’t know she had cancer.

And then last Thursday, she stopped eating. And on Friday morning, we went to the vet, and an ultrasound showed that her belly was full of fluid. She had a hemangiosarcoma on her spleen.

She could have had emergency surgery to remove that spleen, but with hemangiosarcoma, she would only live, at most, about four months more.  It didn’t seem fair to put her through all that.

I called Brian, and we decided to put her to sleep.

She was ready. I had to drive home to pick up my son (who is nearly 15) so that he could say goodbye.  She laid down in the exam room and was in the same place when we came back 90 minutes later (I live a long way from my vet!).

Ike said goodbye. We talked about what a good dog she had been, and how much we loved her.

Then Ike left the room.

And then I felt her spirit go up. I suddenly felt this light, chest-cracking joy. “I’m okay!” She said.

Her body was still alive, laying there, breathing. That was strange. I wondered what was left when the spirit goes. I whispered “Hunni”, but she just laid there. She was a shell.

And when the vet came in to put her down, and he asked if I was ready, I said, “Yes.”

And she died, and he and I cried a little.

After she died, I thought I’d bring the other dogs in, so that they would know that Hunni was really and truly gone.

Benny came in, sniffed her once, and then started looking around the room for snacks.

Olive came in, sniffed Hunni, and tucked her tail between her legs, “LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!” she said. It makes sense that she responded that way. I mean, she can’t stand going to the vet, and here was her good buddy, dead. So we left, and got cheeseburgers on the way home.

Hunni was a little Lady.

Olive? Not so much.

Bo Helps Out

The next morning, my cat Bo was walking around the house meowing and banging on doors. He interrupted my healing call four times.

It was so obnoxious.

Finally I said, “What is going on?”

Bo asked, “Where’s Hunni?”

I forgot to tell the cats.

I told Bo that she had died and he said, “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped you! How are you? Are you okay?”

And then he jumped up on my lap and rolled around and purred and hugged my arm and just loved me up. I cried. And later, my son Ike told me that Bo had been his “tear sponge” too.

Is it easier for a Pet Psychic to put her pet to sleep?

Yes. I know the other side. I can tune into Hunni and still talk to her.  It helps a lot to have that inside view.

And no.

Saturday was okay, but Sunday was brutal. Our house was so quiet.

This morning Benny, my shadow, didn’t get up when I got up.

He stayed in bed.  Very unusual. He always gets up and follows me around. He stays close.

He’s nearly 11 and he’s a big dog. I know he’s not long for this world, but I am hoping that we still have some time with him.

This is the price we pay for having pets. And we can take comfort in a good end. And of course, like any owner, I feel a little regret for not always petting her when she wanted pets, or throwing a shoe at her when she was a puppy (not my best moment).

But it’s okay.

On Saturday night, I emailed a local no-kill shelter, offering my house as a foster home for a dog or two. We’re not ready for another dog of our own, but we can be a kind way station. We can give back.

Hug your pets for me tonight.

And Hunni, have fun on the other side. We know you will.

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I got a call from Grace on Monday.

Her dog, Angus had died suddenly after a successful osteosarcoma amputation.

Angus was a lab/newfie mix.

He was big and sweet and the love of Grace’s life.

He died on Saturday.

Grace was devastated.

I walked into Grace’s house, and things seemed a little off.

There was something not quite right.

Grace had a little shrine of pictures of Angus, and his dog bed was still center stage in the living room.  Grace kept the tears back as she talked about her sweet dog.


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Big Love

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.

Sweet Owen

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Celebrating Nicki Gore-Jones and her amazing work…

Two years ago, at the L.A. Harbor Animal Shelter, Nicki Gore-Jones started paying attention to a little pit bull named Bonita who had sustained traumatic injuries. Bonita spent two months in the hospital recovering and then she was put on death row with only 6 days to live.

It’s so stupid that they should heal animals just to put them to sleep.

Nicki didn’t want that to happen to Bonita, so she started using her networking resources to find her a home. Through a very long grapevine, she found me. I called down to see if I could talk with Bonita, and ended up agreeing to be her last-ditch foster home (fully expecting someone in LA to come get this dog).

A week later, Nicki called me. “We’re coming up to Portland.” She said. Then I had the difficult job of explaining to my better half that yes, I had committed to fostering a dog, and no I hadn’t asked him, and yes she’s a pit bull, and no, I don’t know how well she plays with others.

Nicki and her husband, Marcel drove her to Portland on their own dime. And Bonita became my beloved Olive. Continue reading

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How do you celebrate with your pet?

My big dog, Benny, turns 9 on January 15th. For his birthday, he and I go for a special walk together, and then he gets a burger with bacon, and to sit on the couch by the fire as his dad pets him and tells him what a good boy he is.

Because he can’t hear that enough! (And really, who can hear that enough?)

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