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Breathing in each day with joy - the fountain of youth? 

Today is my friend’s birthday. She’s 18 years young. Funny thing is no one ever guesses she's in her late teens. Most drop her back at least 5-7 years, including her doctor. Good living? Maybe? 

Some look at her and think she’s a bit odd. I say we’re a perfect match. We’ve both been through a lot. She’s taught me how to survive in ways I didn’t know I’d need to know. She inspires me each day. She finds joy in the little gifts of life; such as a sunny morning, time with her best friend, a warm meal, a good nap, the love of a little butter to mask the taste of icky things, pure joy of sightseeing in a car and even better a RV.

This past year, my friend lost her sister, moved and downsized, had a serious health scare and had to adjust to life with many changes in a short amount of time. Sure, she was a bit confused at times. She even had moments of being simply depressed and mourned her sister. But generally she’s always up beat and breathes in each day with a great amount of joy and gratitude. I would look at her and think, “Gosh, if we could all encounter life’s troubles with such a robust attitude, we’d all be much better off.” 

She is my inspiration. Often my joy. And even though, most see “just a cat” I see a wise being, whom I learn from daily and somehow makes me laugh in the darkest of moments. And even makes the lightest moments even lighter. 

Today, I pay homage to the very unique energy of my friend, Daffy. I’m honored to have spent 18 years with you. I’m blessed to have shared my life you and your sister. I don't even mind that you're a blanket hog or always want my pillow. I suppose it only makes sense. I do make it nice and soft. And the fact that you want to pull your fur out with the blowing of the wind or roaring of thunder and now seek me out instead of your sister as your security is proof that you are a survivor. You may not like something, but you'll find a way to cope with it. You'll find a way to seek comfort until the scariness has passed. Even now with your health complications, you cope with your medicine knowing that it'll make you feel better. Of course, you know I'm at your side the whole time as well. Your joy for life is unmistakeable. Daffy, you remind me of a Timex watch. You've taken a lot of licks this past year. But you certainly are ticking with a might! If there is a fountain of youth, Daffy, yours must be joy for life, gratitude for what is given, a willingness to adapt and a tenacity to survive no matter the mountain that is placed before you. I'm very grateful for your tenacity and for all you've taught me and continue to teach me. May you continue to be your goofy, inspirational and wise self for many more years to come. 

If this made you think of your furry family, I would love to hear about how they inspire you.

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Daffy ready to "roll" in turtle home

You can’t judge a critter by their shape

You’ve heard that old saying “you can’t judge a book by it’s cover”? How about “you can’t judge a critter by their shape?”

Let me explain. I adopted three kittens, whom were born in my hay barn about 17-1/2 years ago. My veterinary adopted one of the three and I ended up keeping the other two. With the wildlife in the neighborhood, they became inside kitties. They were spayed, as was their mother. However, their mom insisted on a life outside and snuck back outside. 

These two kittens were very different from each other. One was a striped grey kitty, whom I named Winnie (as she loved sitting like Winnie the Pooh). She was very quite, unless she had something of high importance to say. Such as “I would like a puppy”. Or “She spit in the water. Can I have clean water? With ice?” She also enjoyed watching TV, especially if there was a big dog on the screen. She fetched toys like a dog and tried to open doors with her paws. I would tell people she was often too smart for her own good.

The other kitty was extremely vocal. She needed to announce her presence as she entered or left the room, no matter the time of day. She would talk just to hear herself talk. I named her Daffy. I always thought she was a bit whacky and funny like Daffy Duck. Perhaps Daffy was not as brainy as Winnie. But then again, my grey striped fur ball set the bar extremely high.

They both were snuggle bugs. You could pick up Daffy and immediately she’d hug you. Winnie could not fall asleep unless she was touching me. Very sweet spirits. The two were together every day of their lives for 17-1/2 years. Good or bad, high moments and low moments, they had each other’s backs. Of course, I was there as well. But I’m a far substitute for a furry sister. 

Daffy has always been the one to greet people. Although, she’d look to Winnie to ask if it was safe. In times of bad weather, hard winds or power outages, Winnie would find Daffy and they would reassure each other. If Daffy was feeling down, Winnie was by her side. Daffy hasn’t always been as thoughtful. She’s tried to be there for her sister in her way. But at the same time Winnie has been much more independent. Daffy is the more co-dependent in the relationship.

In mid-July, this all changed. Winnie died very unexpectedly. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I saw all three kittens actually born. And now I witnessed this sweet spirit pass before me. Daffy was a witness as well. Just as Winnie had wanted. 

I worried, through my grief, “How would the more fragile Daffy handle the physical separation?” Of course, as an animal communicator, I kept the lines of communication open. I talked with Daffy constantly about the process. She expressed her confusion. Just as many parents have struggled to explain the transition of life to young children, I found myself fumbling to explain it to my very sad, curious kitty. She would wander the house looking for Winnie. Even though, she saw the whole process. Even smelt her lifeless body, she still worried about her sister. She wanted me to take her food and water. “She needs to eat and drink, mama.” she would say in a very concerned tone. Daffy would show me Winnie’s favorite toy and ask me to take it to her. Daffy even kept asking when she was coming back. When I would say she wasn’t then she’d respond with “Can we could go visit her?” Very similar to what I’ve heard parents go through with young children and their questions after a loved one passes. 

Finally, in my own grief, I asked Winnie to visit. This was only a few days later. She came without hesitation. We sat and talked as we did when she was in body. Then I asked her if she would also visit with Daffy. She did. They sat motionless. Talking. Their secrets. If anyone else had seen this event, they would’ve thought Daffy was having a stroke or some other medical issue. Daffy was content. They both were content. The sisters were visiting as they had done so many times in life. Now, it was just slightly different. 

From that moment, Daffy adapted like an acrobat to almost any situation. We visited friends in August and stayed in their camper, while their dogs barked at her. She never blinked. Sure she meowed on the ride to their house. But she was caged too. Honestly, I don’t like being caged either. Makes me scream too. Then we stayed in a hotel for almost a week. She adapted as if she’d been there her whole life. She’d hop up and look out the window at people outside, take a sunbath and thoroughly enjoyed herself. 

Our latest adventure was a trip to Boise in a 28’ RV I recently purchased. She LOVES the turtle home! Often asks “are we rolling today?” A friend went with us on this maiden voyage. She was shocked at what a great traveler Daffy is and how well she has adapted to life. Perhaps Daffy is even a better traveler than my friend.

It was funny on one of our excursions through Boise, Daffy and I ended up in the downtown area at about the noon hour. Talk about one happy kitty! She jumped up in the passenger’s seat, front paws on the dash and leaned as far forward as possible to watch the people walking in the crosswalk. I’m certain if anyone saw her, they gave up their lunchtime cocktail. It’s not everyday you get stared down by a cat in downtown Boise. Perhaps a dog if your lucky. But a cat? 

Daffy has certainly proofed that you can never judge a critter solely by their previous actions. While all actions make us who we are today, we can shift and adapt to almost anything if given the chance. Thank you for that great lesson, Daffy!

That's it for now. Until next time, try looking at the so-called givings in your life with a new, fresh outlook and see might possibly blossom with a slight shift in energy.

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Live like your dog, enjoy your moments

Recently I worked with a client at a local lake, Donner Lake. I was helping her with various issues (awe, yes I work with the human animal too). Suddenly, as we sat there looking out over the crisp lake, with the sun beating down and a plethora of dogs joyfully running in and out of the water, she turned to me and said "Isn't it beautiful how all these dogs, which have never met, can play and get along with no issues? There's a lot people could learn from them."

It was a great observation! Especially in a location that holds a lot of pain and sacrifice. There were no judgements among the frolicking pups. They all were enjoying the sun, water, a few toys and each other. A peaceful scene. A joyful scene. A scene humans could learn from as we go through daily life. These dogs had great energy

Judgement is weight and stress. Drop it and live in the moment. That's what our animals generally do. It's a wonderful gift to live in the moment, free of what was and what is yet to be. 

I challenge you to live like your dog, enjoying life, every moment, for a full day. Then sit back and reflect. Which energy would you rather keep going forward? The weight of judgment and stress? Or the joy of being alive and in the moment? Of course, this isn't saying you can neglect the daily responsibilities of life, which can naturally carry stress. However, it's how you choose to handle that stress, which makes all the difference. Can you set the stress aside for an hour, an evening or even a meal and just be in the moment to fully enjoy it? Try it. Let me know what your experiences are in living in the moment. 

That's it for now. Until next time may you and yours be safe, happy and healthy. And try to live in the moment. 

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Connecting with our furry family as told by an animal communicator 

The comfort an animal can provide is immeasurable. They often know us better than anyone else. They know our secrets, sorrows, pains, griefs, fears and yes, even our joys. They know how to let us be us and expect nothing more. They seem to want to lift us when we need it and know how to wait if we need that too. They are masters of begging for walks or attention, which surprisingly shifts our energy as well. They find joy in what we may sometimes find mundane. "Seriously, you want to chase this stick and carry it home? You really like the smell of my old, unwashed gym clothes? You’ll lay next to me when I’m sick and just be here, no questions or wanting?" Wow! We truly are blessed to share our lives with these beings. 

However, when our furry companion of so many years, suddenly takes that final walk and departs his physical body for good, it leaves us with a huge hole. We become unbearably sad. We may be glad that the animal is no longer in pain or has completed his earthly mission, but the need for that connection still exists. Is there still a way to make that connection? Yes!

A perfect example of this happened a few weeks ago. I was at a client’s house. She was  naturally still mourning the passing of her little dog of 17 years. Her furry friend had moved on about three weeks prior to my visit.  As I sat there talking with my client about how she was doing, I saw the little dog joyfully bouncing around the room in spirit. The spirit dog began saying "Why is she ignoring me? Does she not love me anymore?" 

As my client sat in her rocking chair, swaying back and forth, the little dog finally settled down and sat by her person's feet in a beautiful ray of sunshine. The dog continued to look up at the woman asking why she was being ignored. I acknowledged the dog with a smile and a wave, which the owner did not catch. I finally, stopped the woman as she was retelling stories of the life spent with her little companion. I said to her "would you be so kind as to rub your palms together and then reach down in front of your right foot with your right palm facing down?" She did as I requested and immediately burst into tears with an ear to ear smile, which reminded me of a kid on Christmas morning. She nearly yelled "It’s her! I’m not sure what she did, but it’s her!" I explained she’d just received a kiss on the bottom of her palm from her little friend. Suddenly the sadness that had been there seconds ago disappeared. The woman was happy to be reassured that even though the physical body is gone, the spiritual body is still around her. 

How wonderful this little dog, in spirit, knew that her person needed to feel her to be at peace. Isn’t that just like our animals? No matter what, in body or not, they are always looking after us.

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 3 easy steps to connect with spirit animals

People often ask me if there's a way for them to connect to a spirit animal. Meaning their animal has "passed over the rainbow bridge" as I've heard it beautifully stated on more than one occasion. Actually, this isn't that difficult. Even if you don't meditate or know much about energy, you can connect.

Most spirits, once they leave their body, will still visit or be around those they loved when they were in their body. You may hear, smell, feel or even see them. If you don't, no need to worry. The easiest way to reach spirit is while we sleep. We are not bound by the restrictions and limitations we and society put on ourselves. 

This is the method I generally recommend to people. Do this prior to bed or as you lay in bed just as you start to nod off to sleep. Simply ask God or Higher Power (whatever you refer to source power as) for the following...

1.  That while you sleep your spirit friend (give the name - NOTE: This works just as well for human as for animal spirits) come to you

2. That you are able to hear and talk with your friend

3. (This is the often the most important part) That upon waking you are able to recall the visit with your friend

It may take a couple days to completely remember the visit. Or it may take a few days for a visit. However it happens, is absolutely perfect for you. You also may be eating lunch when you remember part or get a glimpse of the visit. That is fine. This is always a fun activity. Especially since spirits work in no time and no space. Conversations can be lengthy when translated to our realm. However, it can bring peace if you are still searching for that connection. Remember all that ever expires is the physical. Energy and spirit live forever. So why not keep those relationships going? If you have questions for them, ask. They'll answer.

If you get stuck or frustrated, then by all means take that next step and contact an animal communicator.

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Who's the best told by an animal communicator 

A while ago I got a call from a client. She wanted me to visit her to do a long distance communication with her son's dog. I showed up at her house and was immediately greeted by two beautiful cockatiels. They each had their own cage and both were male. The one closest to the door, Jay, began a communication with me. 

I turned to the woman and said, "I know I'm here to help your son's dog, but would you mind if I took a few minutes and spoke with Jay. He is trying to tell me something he thinks needs to be heard." Of course, she agreed.

I sat down and Jay began telling me how he felt Judy, the owner, didn't find him attractive. That the other bird, Beatty, was her favorite and he was more handsome in her eyes. Jay said how his heart hurt that he was not as loved as Beatty.

I, very gently, relayed this information to Judy. She said, "I knew he was trying to say something. He was out of his cage for about 24 hours prior to your arrival. Last night, as I lay on the couch, he jumped on my chest and put his face directly in mine. He's never done that before. I told him then how handsome he was and how much I loved him. But I knew there was something more."

I turned to Jay. I asked him why he felt like this and how or where he gathered such information. He then proceeded to tell me that Beatty told him. He then showed me pictures of Beatty jumping on his cage, telling him he was ugly, unsuitable and she would never pick such a substandard cockatiel. 

With this new bit of information, I turned toward Beatty. He began showing me repeatedly "survival of the fittest" energy. I turned toward Judy and told her what I had discovered. She then told me that she was preparing to move out of state to care for her elderly parents. When this happens, she will only be able to take one bird. However, since Jay had been with her the longest, she naturally assumed Jay would move with her and she'd find a nice home for Beatty. As I told her this she threw back her head and laughed. "It makes sense," she said. "Whenever Beatty is out of his cage he immediately starts attacking Jay's cage. I can't have them both out at the same time. Beatty is a little stinker!"

I proceeded to tell Beatty that no matter what he would have a good home. I also moved out his competition energy with Jay. The two birds settled down. Judy was happy and then I proceeded to work on the dog, which was the original call in the first place. 

This just goes to show, yet again, that whatever energy you are putting out or talking about, your animals are without a doubt picking up on it and responding accordingly.  Image what energy you must be responding to that you aren't even aware of at this moment. Boggles the mind, huh?

Until next time may you and yours be safe, happy and healthy. 

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Animals, gratitude and the future 

I am very fortunate. I love what am doing and am extremely passionate about it. In the course of my journey as an animal communicator, I've been able to talk with and help many different animals. They all have different issues, and their people have different issues. While some may have the same type of issue, such as finicky eater or constant barker, the reasons are wide and varied. It's part of what makes this journey so fascinating. I never know exactly what I'll encounter or what the best solution will be until I'm actually there in the moment. It's kind of a rush, from a very grounded centered place. 

During a communication session, I will ask the animal whatever the client wants, try to resolve issues or negotiate a solution between animal and person. I allow the animal to ask his questions as well. These questions maybe about wanting more car rides, more walks, why someone doesn't visit anymore, to name only a few.

At the end of the session, I always ask the people if there's any last communications for the animal. Sometimes there is none. Sometimes it's to relay their love for the animal in their language. It's about a 50/50 split.

However, it never ceases to amaze me that when I ask the animal if there is any last communication for their people (even if the animal is in spirit), they nearly always express one of love and gratitude. Such as, "Tell her how much I love her and how thankful and happy I am to be part of her family." Even those where the animal was viewed more as a "pet" than "family" this sentiment is relayed. To me, it says something about gratitude, and even love. If we look for the negative, we'll find it. If we look for the beauty, we'll find it too. Perhaps animals are rescuing us from focusing on the negative and dragging us to the happier side of life for a fun game of fetch or a leisurely stroll. 

While the grind of everyday life can be grueling at times, especially if you're trying to be everything to everyone, look to your fur children to refocus. They always are grateful and full of love. In the end, it's not who did everything who wins or worked the most who wins. Find your focus, your purpose, zero in on it and when you get off course in the world of naysayers, look to your fur kids. They always believe in you.  They always love you no matter what. Trust me, they tell me. 

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In the meantime, may you and yours be healthy, happy and focused. ;)


The hazards of Spring cleaning as told by an animal communicator 

Spring has finally arrived. The days are longer. The birds are nesting. The flowers are blooming. And more and more people and getting to those Spring chores and emerging from their cocoon environments to enjoy nature again. What does this have to do with animal communication you ask? Simple, change in activities, means change for our critters. 

Case in point, I received a call from a client who's dog was suddenly refusing to come from the backyard. Not even for dinner or water or even at bedtime. She asked me if I could help

I said yes and immediately asked the dog (this was done long distance) why he was refusing to come inside. 

He replied, "It's scary. They might fall on me!"

I asked him to describe what he was afraid would fall on him. He showed me paint cans, tarps and boxes.

I asked the client if they had such items stacked by the door they wanted the dog to use. 

She exclaimed, "Oh gosh, we've been doing Spring cleaning and painting a spare room. We've stacked all the paint cans and room supplies at the patio door while we work. Did he tell you that?"

I told her that he was scared of the rubbish and debris. If they moved it to a different location where he couldn't get to it, perhaps the garage, then he'd have no issue with coming and going as normal from the house. The owners did make this change and the dog was once again back to his happy self. 

Spring is a great time to tackle projects. However, just as you would keep the needs of your child in mind and baby proof your home, try to keep your fur kids needs in mind too and fur baby proof your home. 

That's it for this time. If you have any questions or have a suggestions for a future blog please contact me. In the meantime, wishing you and yours a fun Spring! 

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