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.

Angus

Often, when I look at a picture of a passed-away dog, I get a little energetic bit of information, and I’ll also hear, Hey, Hi! Hi there! (or something like that).  When I looked at Angus’ picture, I got nothing.

Grace told me that she was surprised at how deeply she was feeling this loss. She’d lost beloved pets and human friends and family before, but this time she felt frantic and upset and peaceless.

I realized that Angus probably hadn’t passed over. I tuned in. I heard him say, Okay, I’m going.  I felt a little eye roll from Angus.  I watched him go into the tunnel.

The tunnel of light looks like a tunnel that’s literally woven of light. It’s bright and beautiful.

We waited a bit. Grace started to calm.  I contacted Angus again and he showed me that he had been met by an older man, wearing a grey suit and a dapper grey hat. His hair was grey and black.

At first, Grace thought that might be the man who found Angus when he was a puppy. I said that I thought his hat looked reminiscent of the hat my grandfather and uncles wore in the 60′s. Very Mad Men.  Grace asked, Could it be my dad?

She brought out a picture.  Yes. It was her dad. I am always a little surprised when I see a physical picture that matches the picture in my head.

We checked back in with Angus. He said, I found the dogs and I found the cats, but where are the people?

He showed me dogs and cats.

Grace laughed and said, Angus was always a people dog. He went to daycare, but he went to see his people friends. Angus was not a doggy dog.

Then Angus said, I need to find him. Angus showed me a picture of a teenager in a pair of swimming trunks. The teenager had red hair.

I asked Grace, Who is the boy with the red hair? Did she know a boy with red hair who had passed away?

She did. A dear friend’s son had been born with severe physical disabilities. He had unnaturally red hair. Nicky had lived until he was about elementary age, but he would be in his teens now.

I asked, “Did he like to swim?”

Yes. He would come to her condo and swim in the pool. He loved the water.

We waited until Angus found him. Nicky was tall and whole and happy. He pet Angus on the head. Nicky was with a blonde girl. They were eating spaghetti. They shared it with Angus.

It looked like they were at a summer camp.

I asked Angus, Is this Nicky?

Yes. he said. I wanted to show Grace that he was okay.

We could not figure out who the girl was.

Angus told Grace that he would be around her until she had someone in her life with an energy like his.  He said, It could be a dog or a man. Somebody manly and protective.

Grace laughed. She said that even though there was another dog in the house (Crosby), Angus was definitely the man of the house.

Angus felt bad that he had to leave already. He was annoyed. I told him that I thought that he’d feel better pretty soon. Heaven has that effect on us.

We looked around the room. The energy had changed. Grace could breathe better. She was still grieving, but it was manageable.

I love it when I see the other side, and when I see how our lives and connections don’t stop, simply because our bodies do.  And I love a dog that’s faithful and caring and thinking about his loved one, even after he’s passed away.

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.

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 everywhere.

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.

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.

Bridget’s Portland Animal Communication Workshop

I love teaching this class, and I haven’t taught one in person for several years. Here’s your chance, Portland, to learn how to talk with animals!

Learn to talk with animals, including:

- The 9 different ways animals communicate
- How animals think differently than people
- How people think and how our thinking patterns get in the way of communication
-Your unique communication strengths
-How to deepen your relationship with your pets
-How to break through the silence and connect deeply with your pet
-How to assess your animal’s health
-The key to talking with wildlife
-How to talk with any animal anywhere
-How to find lost animals
-How to talk with animals that have passed to the other side
and more.
You’ll have the opportunity to talk with your pets and your fellow students’ pets. We practice a lot.

A Most Awesome Side Effect

The majority of my students have found that their intuition has grown in other areas as well, simply by learning how to tune into their animals.

Another Huge Bonus

My dog Olive? yeah, we talk to her.

Workshop Logistics

The workshop starts Tuesday, March 1st at 6 pm. For 5 consecutive weeks, we’ll meet and practice talking to animals. Each class also includes an e-book with plenty of information and exercises to further your practice.
In-between classes, we’ll use an online community to discuss our results, share our pets’ pictures and keep in touch.
Class will be held in a studio in SE Portland. We will not talk with live animals during class, but will use pictures. However, if people are interested, we can have a pet meet-up after class.

Everybody Can Talk to Animals

I’ve taught hundreds of people to talk with animals. The hardest part is believing that you can do it. I know you can.

Join Me

Cost: $150
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Bridget’s Awesome Referral Program

For every paying friend you refer, I’ll refund 20% of your purchase price. Refer 5 friends, take the class for free! Simply have your friend write: “_________referred me” in the notes to seller section.

Questions? Please email me at Bridget@petsaretalking.com. I’d love to hear from you!

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.

Here’s Olive:

Today, I received this letter

January 17, 2011
To My Fellow Dog-lovers!

Since many of you have supported me with donations and moral support, I wanted to update you on some of the rescue activities I have organized in the past year, which have included, running ads in the newspaper, walking & socializing dogs at the shelter, networking dogs on the internet, organizing rescues to take dogs and transporting dogs to rescues.

For over a year now, we have been running ads in the Daily Breeze Newspaper, as often as possible, thanks to our amazing sponsors, Dr. Amsden and Marine Spa! The life-saving ads, featuring a dozen dogs or cats ever time we run, really help get animals adopted and out of the shelter. The ads spur potential adopters into coming down to the shelter and either adopting the animal they choose in the newspaper, or sometimes, they pick another when they get there. Either way, dogs and cats are being saved! Thank you so much to Nikki & her husband, Dr. Amsden and Karen & her husband, for making these ads happen!

After eight months of rehab, following surgery on a snapped Achilles tendon, my husband Marcel is back walking the big dogs at the shelter again. He chooses the most difficult, big, heavy dogs, who don’t often get a chance to get out of their kennels and often finds a diamond in the rough, who I can then network, with some knowledge of the dog’s behavior. It makes it so much easier when we know something about the personality and behavior of the dog.

There was a beautiful brindle pitbull, named Roxy, back in July, whom we snatched from the jaws of death, just a couple of hours before she was to be euthanized. She had been at the Harbor Shelter for over a year, because she was involved in a lawsuit. Once the lawsuit was settled, her time was up and she was scheduled for euthanization.

Having walked and interacted with her many times, I had, naturally, developed a soft spot for Roxy. She was easy to walk and very loving, sweet and loved to cuddle, but no one came to adopt her. On what was to be her last day, I decided to have one last try at networking her and then, too depressed to stay awake and think about her terrible fate, I took to my bed to try and sleep, to hide from the foreboding I felt, knowing I could do nothing to save her. The phone rang and woke me from my escape and lo and behold, a rescuer in Canada said they would take her, if I could get her up to Canada.

I knew nothing of this rescue, but decided, if we drove her up to Canada, at least we could look the place over and see if we felt it a good place for her to go. So we brought Roxy home with us for a few days and played the hide- a-dog game, with our dogs – put ours in the spare room, bring her out into the yard, put her back in our bedroom, move ours back out!! After a few days of this, poor old Roxy had to go to boarding kennels, but a very nice one!

After about a week, we had made plans to drive her to Canada! Off we went. It’s about 2,000 miles each way. Roxy was an angel. She so enjoyed spending time with us and behaved beautifully at the hotels and potty stops. She became so attached to me and insisted on sleeping right next to me on the floor in the hotels and following me everywhere. Wonderful, sweet dog!
We made it to Canada and inspected the beautiful kennel complex she was to be housed in until they could find her a home.

The kennels were air-conditioned and heated, with an indoor kennel and outdoor run for all of the dogs. Perfect!
Not only were the facilities lovely, but so were the rescuers, Steve and Beth. Steve is the guy with the kennels. He focuses on boarding, but occasionally rescues pitbulls, too. He’s well-known as the Pitbull Guy in his area of Canada and the great part of that, is that people looking for pitbulls, always call him.

Roxy now lives on a huge farm, a hundred acres, I believe, with a family who adores her and whom I’m sure she adores in return. I heard the family were concerned about the possibility of her running away with so much land to explore, but I gather she nips outside to do her business and is back inside within a couple of minutes. She’s not going to let this family go!
We spent several hours discussing the horrendous dog situation in L.A., Beth urged me to begin sending transports of multiple dogs to Canada. Why let them die, when there are so many people willing to help them up there? She explained they have such a good spay and neuter program in their area and that smaller dogs are hard to find and people are eager to adopt rescued dogs.

I thought about the possibility all the way back to L.A. Twenty four hours of thinking about it! How could I organize such a huge undertaking? How would I find the money for it?

Fast forward a couple of months and after several weeks of negotiating with the shelter on how we could make this work and hours and hours of phone calls on my 2.5 hour drive to and from work every day, Beth arranged for rescues in Vancouver and in her area to take a few dogs each.

Marcel & I were planning to drive the dogs ourselves, until we found a trusted, reliable driver, “English John,” at the last minute, who would end up doing the drive to Washington, where he would be met by the rescues.

The big day came and at 7:30 a.m., we began loading dogs. The paperwork, finding the right dogs to match that paperwork and the fact that many dogs were still at the spay & neuter clinic next to the shelter when we grabbed them to put them in crates, made it a very long morning of loading. Fortunately, a wonderful volunteer, Diane Valine and her son came to help with loading and to video the event. Eventually, the dogs were on their way to freedom and a new life! Over 30 dogs ended up being saved.

It had never occurred to me that I would worry myself sick while they were en route! I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t settle, couldn’t do anything, until I knew the dogs had arrived safely and I was on the phone with English John throughout the day and night, 20 hours, until they did arrive!

The dogs arrived with full bladders, but healthy and happy! The rescues were delighted with the Harbor Dogs and the dogs were obviously delighted with the rescuers! Some of the dogs already had committed adopters, who had chosen them from their pictures and all of the dogs were adopted within a few weeks. We asked for photos and updates on the dogs as they got adopted and we got them. Wonderful, grateful adopters, who loved their new fuzzy friends and you could see from the pictures, that the dogs were ecstatic to have new homes.

The first transport was such a success, that we decided to a second just a few weeks later, on Thanksgiving weekend. The day before the transport, Beth requested we send Sadie, a beautiful German Shepherd. I checked with the shelter and they said she was a biter. I told Beth I couldn’t send a biter, but I’d check her out. The day before the transport, I asked my husband to temperament-test her. I said, “I hear she’s a biter, why don’t you take her for a walk and see!” Without hesitation, Marcel jumped into her cage, slipped on her leash and off they went on a nice long walk. When they returned, he was effusive about what a wonderful dog she was and how beautifully she walked on the leash, always looking at her handler and sitting at every kerb, without being told!

That was good enough for me and Sadie, at the last minute, made it on to the transport, behaving beautifully the whole time.
The transport went off without a hitch and I later heard that the family who had wanted Sadie had picked her up almost the moment she arrived in Canada. They had always had German shepherds and Sadie’s photo reminded them of a dog they recently lost to old age. It turned out that their 14-year-old son had been the victim of a farm accident and had apparently lost a limb. Naturally, the child was devastated by the accident and had become very depressed and listless. He didn’t want to do anything anymore and just stayed in his bed. Apparently, when Sadie arrived, he made a remarkable recovery and wanted to get up to take care of Sadie. They immediately bonded and have become inseparable, by all accounts. Boy saves dog. Dog saves boy. What better ending for a dog which would, most likely, have been euthanized!

The third transport came about, mainly because of a female pitbull, “Baby”,who had been at the shelter for a couple of months. She came in pregnant and gave birth to her puppies at the shelter. She was a model mother and raised them in a dark kennel in the clinic for two months. Even when a puppy from the litter in the next cage, accidentally stumbled into her kennel by mistake, she was sweet and kind to it. Here was a lovely dog, great mother and sweet animal, who had done her best by her own puppies and they were, like many puppies, adopted fairly fast. But Baby was not to be as fortunate. No one wanted a recent mother – they tell us they don’t want a dog with big teats and even when we tell them she’ll get back in shape soon, they’re not interested. So apparently, Baby’s fate was sealed. Her time was up and she was scheduled to be put to sleep.

So many shelter volunteers wanted to help her and the other beautiful, young male pitbull, called Dark Boy, also slated to be euthanized, that I decided to arrange another transport just before Christmas. We only had five days to organize it, because I would be leaving for England for Christmas on December 21, so we did our third transport on December 20!

Two days before the departure date, a supervisor from the shelter called me and asked me if I could find a rescue in Canada for an old Doberman, “Fritzi.” He told me the vet had said he’s got a very bad heart and had lost 20lbs while at the shelter, but he’d really like to see him find a home to spend his remaining weeks or months. He couldn’t bear to think of him wasting away at the shelter any longer. So, I contacted another rescue in Vancouver which I knew considered senior dogs and she found a Doberman rescue who said they would take him and give him a warm, safe place for whatever time he had remaining! Fantastic!

I arrived at the shelter at 7:30 a.m. on the morning of transport number 3! The first thing I would do was check on Fritzi. He’d been put in the warmth of the clinic to make it more comfortable for his old bones. I opened the door to his kennel and saw him lying, unconscious, breathing erratically and clinging to life. English John stroked him softly and we told him how sorry we were that he almost made it to freedom. The vet tech stood behind us, with his hand on my shoulder and said how sorry he was that Fritzi was so close to getting out. We left the room and Fritzi’s suffering was ended with kindness and compassion.
I couldn’t read the kennel cards for the tears in my eyes, but I didn’t have time to dwell on poor old Fritzi. We had forty more dogs to walk and get into crates for their Christmastime transport.

I know many of the dogs we’ve transported, personally. Many I had never met before they were sent to Canada, but I can tell you that, even though we’re in a frantic hurry, when we get them from their kennels at the shelters, to take them to the van, I hug them and tell them how they’re going to a new home, far away from this scary place. And they seem to understand. Most of them seem calm and relaxed as they wait in their crates for the loading to be completed. I imagine that because we know we’re saving them from death, they can feel the love. They just know.

I would like to be able to continue to rescue dogs from Los Angeles shelters, but each transport costs around $1,700, (van rental, gas, payment for the driver),much of which Diane and I have had to subsidize ourselves. Obviously, we can’t keep supporting the cost, so we’re hoping to raise funds for the next one in February. I am only sending this to people who know me and I hope trust me to do the right thing for the dogs with any funds we receive.

Over 130 dogs have been saved on the three transports we have organized already. It would be so great to be able to rescue even more dogs this year! There are so many more wonderful stories that I just don’t have time to impart at this time, but I hope you will understand that my spare time is limited and I choose to spend as much of it as I can on actually saving dogs’ lives.

If you can help with any size donation, I promise you it will go straight to the dogs!!!

Thank you for your support and if you would like to make a donation, checks can be mailed to
Nicky Gore-Jones
1631 South Walker Avenue
San Pedro, CA 90731

P.S.- Here’s a video of the transport!

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

And Here’s Gus

He’ll be 10 on Monday. For his birthday, his mom, Holly, and his sister Boots take him to McDonald’s, where they share a plain burger and each get a spoonful of vanilla shake. Their parrot brother, Austin, eats the bun.

What does your pet want for his or her birthday?

My clients ask their pets this question quite often, and what we hear is that pets like our full attention and some time with us. They like a present or two, but what they want more than anything is our full attention, which is free and usually pretty easy to give.
It’s so funny. Owners are sometimes quite disappointed.
I had a client who threw her dog an elaborate party (with a custom mashed potato and carrot cake) and her dog told me that what she loved most was when everybody left and her mom scratched her belly and they sat on the rug surrounded by new toys.
I asked about the party, and Glory said, That was okay. But I really liked it when my mom scratched my belly.
Simple pleasures.

Tell us how you celebrate?

Can you share how you celebrate milestones with your pet? What do they enjoy most?

Big thanks to the 5th Paw for sharing this with me this morning!

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. When he showed me himself I saw him lit up with a gold light behind him. I was struck by his warmth and wisdom, his kindness.

We talked about his current health. He was sore. It was frustrating to be old.

I asked, “Are you ready to go?”

He said, “What makes you think that I haven’t gone already?”

He showed me himself hovering above his sleeping body.

“I come into my body when I’m held by Rebecca, and I like being in it for eating. The only reason why I haven’t left yet is that I’m not sure if Rebecca will still feel connected to me. ”

Brutus went on, talking directly to Rebecca through me.

“I love what we’ve shared together. I love being close to you and loving you. I don’t feel like our connection will end when my body ends. I feel like I will always be connected to you.”

I confirmed this, asking, “You feel like you will always be connected to Rebecca?”

He said, “Always. Always. ”

Rebecca had mentioned to me that Brutus was the first person close to her to pass away. She wasn’t sure how to handle it.

I told Brutus this, and he said, “I know her heart is breaking, but she needs to understand that it’s not that big a deal. This is just a physical space. It’s not the end of anything. She puts too much stock in her senses. We’re okay.”

I said, “You want her to know that she’s going to get through this, that she’s going to be okay?”

“No, sweetheart, I want her to know that she’s already okay. This body is just my shell. There’s other ways to experience me.”

We had both been crying while we talked. Rebecca said, “He knew exactly what I needed to hear.”

Brutus passed away peacefully the following day, surrounded by his loved ones. He was buried in the yard. Rebecca and her husband, Ron found a heart-shaped rock to mark his place.

Rebecca, Brutie and family

A few days later, I received an email from Rebecca. Part of it read:

“I want you to know that the words you shared with me from my Brutie with his reminder to reach beyond the physical has been a call for me to resume my spiritual practice in a larger way. It is the wake-up call I needed. And was a beautiful gift from him.”

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!

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!

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.