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.


Continue reading

Posted in Animal Readings, Dogs | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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

Last week, I was working with a dog that had passed away. Her name is Owen. Continue reading

Posted in Animal Readings, Dogs | 3 Comments

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

Posted in Cats, Dogs | 1 Comment

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?)

Continue reading

Posted in Cats, Dogs, Horses | 2 Comments

Brutus helps with his passing

When our pets pass away, they often know exactly what it is we need to hear to reach a sense of peace and comfort about their passing.

Rebecca contacted me to help with the passing of her good friend, Brutus. Brutie was a 15 year-old yorkie who was blind and nearly deaf.

Rebecca and Brutus

Rebecca didn’t want him to suffer anymore, but it was hard to come to terms that it was time for him to go.

When I tuned into Brutus, I found a warm, gentle spirit. Continue reading

Posted in Animal Communication Consultations, Dogs | 1 Comment

Coco has a Good Idea

Simone, my favorite milliner, has a dog named Coco. Coco was her mother’s dog, and Simone inherited her when her mother moved to live in a nursing home.
Coco likes Simone. Simone likes Coco.

Coco had a challenging time adjusting to a new home.

While they liked each other, Coco seemed lost.

When I first tuned in, Coco told me right away that she was a good dog. She was a very good dog. She wanted Simone to know that.

Simone knew she was a good dog already. Simone was trying very hard to help Coco feel welcome.

What was the disconnect?

Simone had read in my blog about how dogs need a job to do, so when she left the house, she told Coco to “watch the house”. Simone had been worried that Coco wasn’t happy.

Coco and I talked about her job as house-protector.

Coco knew that Simone was worried, but thought she was worried about the house.

“What could happen to the house? How am I supposed to protect it?”

Coco became anxious.

Plus there were those kids next door. Before moving to Simone’s house, Coco lived in a community without kids. She had never seen a kid before.

Coco barked and snarled at them whenever they came to the fence.

I asked Coco about children. She said, “What are they?” She didn’t realize that they were young people. I told her they were like puppies.

She was very worried about them coming into the yard, getting into the house, doing mischievous things. I told her that they wouldn’t do that. I told her that they were like puppies. They were just like puppies and they needed to be treated kindly.
We talked about how if she was nervous, she could go back inside the house or go to the other side of the yard. We talked about how biting a kid would mean that she’d be put to sleep. She got the message.

She liked the idea of going to the other side of the yard.

We talked about her job guarding the house. I told her that her mom just wanted her to have a job to do that she liked. Was there another job she wanted?

Yes.” She showed herself pulling a long, oblong object. It looked like one of those things you’d put in front of a door to keep the draft out. I told Simone.

Simone asked, “Is it a log? Does Coco want to collect wood for the fireplace?”

I asked Coco “Would you like to collect wood?”

Coco said, “Okay.”

I said, “That wasn’t what you were showing me, huh? What are you showing me?”

Then she showed me the oblong object on a counter. Somebody was cutting thin slices off of it and then putting them on a tray in the oven. They were cookies!

I asked, “Do you want to make cookies?”

“Yes!” Coco said. “And then Simone could tell me about her day. I could listen and say, “That’s nice.” or “That’s too bad.”” She showed me her listening intently to Simone.

“I am a good listener,” she said.

“Yes,” Simone said, “She’s a very good listener. I would love to talk with Coco!”

Simone promised that they’d make cookies and talk.

Sometimes I feel like I’m flying up from a scene, leaving the movie of a life. I imagined Coco and Simone tucked in together, sharing the fire, some conversation and a cookie or two.

Here’s what Simone said about her experience:

Coco has definitely been better around people and kids and I feel better knowing that Coco has a clearer understanding of recent events with my mom (her former owner) and her place in our family now. I really liked getting to know Coco a little better!

Posted in Animal Readings, Dogs | 3 Comments

Fernie takes a wrong turn…

I received a long worried email on Friday night.

From Cristen-

My cat Fernie has been gone 11 days now.

Fernie lived in a barn before she lived with us. Every now and again she will disappear for 24-48 hours, but then come home and rest and cuddle and love on us. Over the past couple months she has disappeared for longer periods. Prior to this 11 day disappearance, the longest she was gone was 4 days.

She had surgery about 2 1/2 months ago and had to have all but two teeth removed due to an infection in her mouth. I could tell she was feeling much better and just 5 days after her surgery I saw her run out of the neighbor’s yard with a mouse!

Because I was worried that perhaps she was injured or trapped, I had a K-9 search and rescue team come out. The dog lead the handler to a nearby bus stop. He then told me someone took my kitty on purpose and went off on the bus with her. I put flyers up all over. The ones near the bus stop were torn down two days in a row. Of course this upset me. I began to think “the thief” was doing this. Then, on Wednesday, I thought I saw her down the street! I called her name, the cat looked at me then ran up a driveway and disappeared. I looked all over all the adjacent yards for an hour, and even recuited some of the neighbors to help.

That evening I was feeling pretty good. Perhaps she was weaving her way home? Maybe it really was her. Sure looked like her, but tabbies are common. Later that same evening I got a phone call.

As soon as my phone rang, I got the chills. I just knew it was weird. A man asked me if I knew who he was. I replied that I didn’t. He asked again and I said “No, what can I do for you?”

Then he asked if I was missing a cat. I said that yes I was. Then he said “I have her.” I thanked him for calling and expressed my delight (albeit hesitantly) then he said he was making pop corn. “Oh. Ok. Um, did she wander into your yard?” I asked. Then he laughed, said “Nope” and hung up.

I feel my intuition is all mixed up and failing me right now. I can’t decide how to focus my energy and I find myself going back and forth from hope to despair. I keep getting a vision of her laying on some type of cushion or chair, feet all tucked in, but I don’t know what it means. Maybe I will never know, but sue said you are for real and might be able to help.

Did I see Fernie or another cat? Is she safe? Does some crazy guy have her hostage? If she is nearby, why won’t she come home to us?

Thank you for your consideration,

Cristen Lincoln

Where’s Fernie?

As you can imagine, I wasn’t sure I wanted to tune it. Was Fernie with some crazy guy? Had she been taken on a bus? Where was she? How could a cat with just two teeth survive eleven days?

I tuned into Fernie. She was ready to come home, but she wasn’t even upset or scared. A little annoyed. Fernie was under a bush by a small white detached one-car garage. She wanted me to tell Cristen that she was getting enough to eat, that someone was putting out food for another cat. For just a second, I saw a flash of a kind, red-haired woman.

I asked, “Did you go somewhere by bus?”
Fernie said, “What?”
I showed her a bus, and people getting on and off of one. I didn’t get a yes or a no, just a confused feeling.

I tried again, “Are you far from home or close to home? Do you know how close?”

She said that she thought she was close to home, but that she had gone a different way than she usually did. She showed me her spooking and then running across a street. She wasn’t sure how to get back.

I emailed Cristen. She emailed back and said she felt relieved and that she knew her little family would come back together.

On Saturday, she emailed me again:

Bridget! You were right! Our block faces 54th on the east, and 53rd on the west. Fernie is hanging out on the block that faces 53rd to the east, and 52nd to the west. She is eating cat food set out by some nice people on 53nd, who are trying to befriend a skinny stray and give him a home. They saw my flyer and called me.

One of the women has red hair! And, there is a little white garage behind their house that is her escape route.

Twice they have called me when she was on the porch eating. Both times she ran away from me. The first time she meowed and meowed at me. She hardly ever talks, so constant meowing isn’t her MO. I followed her and she hopped a chain-link fence. I stuck my hand through and eventually she sniffed me, and then gave me a bit of love. When I went around the house to get to her side of the fence, she ran away from me again.

If she happens to come to you, can you please tell her that I am safe for her? I am going over there again in the morning when she comes to eat. She is so close to home!

Thank you so much!

I emailed back, suggesting a hava-hart trap.

On Tuesday, another email…

Good morning Bridget. I wanted to let you know that Fernie is home safe with us. We had to build a trap to fit into a crawl area where we found she was sleeping. It worked! She has been home for just over an hour and already giving us much love. Not sure what happened to her out there.

Awesome. Welcome home Fernie!

Posted in Animal Readings, Cats | Leave a comment


A few weeks ago, at the Tired Dog Ranch, I met Cheyenne. My friend, Laura, had adopted Cheyenne, and had been told that Cheyenne was a “perfect pack horse”.

There was one tiny little problem. Cheyenne was not safe to be lead anywhere.  Laura said she felt like she was flying a 900-lb. kite.  She didn’t feel safe around Cheyenne because Cheyenne was flighty and not paying attention.

When Laura rode her, though, she behaved pretty well, especially if she had her buddy, Lydia nearby.

Laura is an animal communication student of mine. She’s wise and kind and makes beautiful jewelry out of bicycle tires and bottle caps. She also works as a massage therapist, and this is where she often hears from her animals.

She was at her massage table one day, when she heard Cheyenne say, “I’m Valentine.”  Valentine was a Welsh pony she had as a child. Laura was shocked! She had only had Valentine for a short time.

I took a look at Cheyenne’s energetic body, her chakra system. To me, chakras look like little rooms, or boxes, one stacked on the next.  Cheyenne was missing her two lower chakras and it looked like the chakras from her belly to her forehead had been hit by lightning! They were charred and broken. This poor horse wasn’t grounded, and wasn’t spiritually well.

I worked with Cheyenne to help her feel more grounded. She told me that when Laura or Lydia touched her, she felt better, grounded, but otherwise she felt anxious and weird. We did some energy work on Cheyenne, helping her dormant 1st and 2nd chakra come alive, and helping her other chakras heal. She was very accepting of the treatment, and seemed quietly excited about her new life.

She told me that she was really happy to find Laura again. She liked riding with Laura and she wanted to do other stuff too. She mentioned learning tricks, something a pony might learn, but not so much a mustang.

A few days ago, Laura emailed me. Cheyenne is better on the lead. She’s making good choices in the pasture.  and here’s more from Laura:

Since you were here last week, when I go see her I really get myself grounded and she puts her forehead against my chest.  It has been absolutely beautiful!  Amy Jo (the barn owner) today said that she is starting to see little changes in her for the good.  I think that girl is going to come around!  Thanks again Bridget!!! ~Laura

I want to write more about animals and their energetic bodies this week. We each have one, and there’s lots we can do to support the animals in our lives who are struggling.

Posted in Animal Readings, Horses | Leave a comment

Animals Talk to us in 9 different ways

Yep. 9.
Talking with animals is a multi-media experience.


Here’s the 9 ways you could get information from your animal friend:

1. Seeing pictures or little movie clips in your head.
2. Feeling their emotions
3. Feeling a physical sensation like pain or discomfort (I often feel cold around Olive, because that little doggie needs to put on a sweater).
4. Hearing words
5. Smelling a smell (like a horse client who complained about how bad the manure pile by her stall smelled and then thought she’d share the smell with me. Pee-yew!)
6. Tasting a taste (I know what mouse tastes like and it’s not good)
7. Knowing- (sometimes you just have the complete story, even though you didn’t get the words.)
8. Embodiment- (A pet might show you their day through their eyes. It looks and feels like like you’re the pet. Whiskers and tails feel interesting).
9. Mapping- You can see where a pet is in relation to their house and to other points of interest. They’re sending you a little map of where they are.

Embodiment and mapping are rare occurrences. Most people get hearing and pictures first.

Try This:

Get a picture in your head of something your pet enjoys that you’d like to share with him or her. Think of your pet to get their attention and then imagine the picture. Perhaps you might imagine your dog at the dog park, for example, running and playing. Did your dog just run for the door? Yeah. You just talked to somebody.

Cool, huh?

Yep. Talking with our pets is something that we all can do. You can too. My Intuitive animal communication class starts Oct. 19th. I hope you’ll join us!

Posted in Animal Readings, Cats, Dogs, Wild Animals | Leave a comment


When I walked out to the pasture on Friday night, I could see Scamp hiding, in the treeline. She quietly observed me. Something within us clicked.

Who’s that? I asked.

Oh, that’s Scamp, Amy Jo said.

Sometimes horses have a deep, timeless wisdom about them. I sensed that in Scamp.

Scamp is covered in sores, all along her belly, Amy Jo said. We think she’s severely allergic to flies.

The next morning, I wanted to help. After my encounter with the therapy asses, I met up with my human friends and we talked about the horses in the field.

It sounded like Scamp wasn’t really fitting in. She was on the edge of the herd. She didn’t fit her name. She wasn’t a Scamp. She was awkward, quiet and shy.

I met Scamp in the middle of the field, and slipped a rope halter on her. Sometimes that rope can be a quiet energetic connection between a horse and me.

I said, You just walk where you want, and we’ll talk, okay?

I felt my heart hurt. I felt a deep sadness well up within me. And I felt itchy. Scamp bit at her sides.

I ran my hand along her belly and felt the scabs underneath. They were hot and scratchy.

I asked, What’s happening here? and I saw, in my mind, each cell burst in anger. It was the feeling of unexpressed anger bursting through her skin.

I’m not a vet, but I could tell that this horse’s skin affliction was energetic and emotional in nature.

Are you angry? I asked.

It’s not useful. She said. My anger is not useful. It doesn’t change a thing and I don’t know what to do with it.

I thought of all the times I had said the same thing.

Scamp’s Mother and Father

Scamp is a mustang. She’d been brought in from a herd in Eastern Oregon. She was captured when she was just 2-3 months old.

She showed me her mother and her father. Her father had been the lead stallion, and he had been angry that his herd was attacked and separated.

Her mother, Stormy, was captured too, and Scamp and Stormy were separated. This happened 8 years ago. She had never got over it. She kept showing me pictures of her father so angry and helpless to stop this terrible situation.

It wasn’t useful,
she said. Why have this terrible feeling if we can’t change things?

I scratched her belly softly. I stood there without answers.

I don’t know what happened to my mother, she said.

I bet we could find out. I said. I asked Amy Jo and she said that although the paperwork didn’t say anything, she’d check it out.

Her name was Stormy, she said. She showed me a picture of a big horse, warm and friendly. She was mostly white, with a little grey on her flanks.

Moon Ray

We had a long conversation about the purpose of life. About suffering. About existential angst. Scamp was tired of everything. The alpha horse, Cornelius, had called her ugly. She didn’t feel ugly, but she didn’t want to talk to anybody except a young mustang named Moon Ray.

Moon Ray

Amy Jo said, Could you please thank her for being kind to Moon Ray? He only came out of his shell when she was kind to him.

I thanked her for her kindness, and she said, It’s nothing. It’s a drop in a bucket. Don’t put pressure on me. I am not anybody’s savior.

She showed me her former owner, whom she really loved, but who was mentally ill. She felt overwhelmed by her owner’s emotions. She never felt like enough. She felt angry that she couldn’t resolve the problem. She felt conflicted that she felt angry. She didn’t want to be a useless, angry horse.

The God of Horses

We talked for a long time about the never-ending nature of suffering on this planet. There is always a need. It feels like we’re pushing a rock up a big hill. It’s hard to see the people and animals we love suffer.

It was a deep, lovely, difficult conversation. I didn’t have many answers, so I just honored her by listening.

I decided that we should do some functional energy work to help Scamp transcend these deep, sad thoughts.

She felt disconnected, ungrounded. So I showed her how to connect with the ground beneath her. I asked about her relationship to the divine. I asked her about God.

The God of Horses? She asked.

I was surprised that she said it like that. I thought about how I, personally, imagine God in a way that feels knowable to me.

Yes. I said. Have you connected with the God of Horses?

She showed me a picture of a big beautiful horse.

She got quiet for a moment, hard to reach. She was in communion. I put my hand on her belly and asked God to heal her.

She felt better. I could feel her sadness lighten.

I said, You don’t have to do anything. But when you are feeling better, you’ll notice that even the little things you do have meaning. You don’t have to help a soul, if that’s too much pressure. But, at some point, I think you’ll find that you’re ready to help again. You don’t have to be overwhelmed by need. There will always be some need, but your little efforts do make a difference.

She sighed. Some of her sadness had turned to peace. It felt like hope was seeping in around the edges.


I said, Can I ask a question? Can I ask about your name? You don’t seem like a Scamp.

It’s Starry. She said. My name is Starry Night.

She turned and showed me her coat, and sure enough, she’s covered in stars. I found out later that she had told our friend Laura that her name was Starry Night. It was nice to confirm it.

Later, the horses started chasing each other around the pasture. And Starry joined in. She turned and ran and played for a moment.

Amy Jo said, We haven’t seen her do that.

Starry ran around the pasture just as Piggy Jim was playing with his hula hoop. I thought, What kind of world is this where there are deep feelers like Starry as well as pigs with hula hoops?

Who gets to choose the experiences we have?

I have hope in my heart for Starry and for all of us.

Posted in Animal Readings, Horses | 2 Comments