Pets are Talking

Chopper Comes Back...

Max and Shelley went to a garage sale looking for a mini-chopper. They came back with this beautiful boy. They named him Chopper, of course.

Max wanted to know if she and Chopper had past lives together. Chopper said, “Nope, but I was Shelley’s dog before.”

Chopper showed me a little white and brown spotted dog. He looked like a Jack Russell Terrier. He was in the arms of a smart red-haired woman in a dark purple dress with a matching hat. He was a big JRT.

I ask when and where, and hear “Oklahoma, 1932″.

Chopper showed me Shelley and this dog getting in the back of a Model A Ford. Squeezing in between a man and a woman, squeezed in like sardines. The woman complains bitterly about having to sit in the back with that dog, to which Shelley says “Well, that’s your problem!”

Max said it sounded just like “Shelley”. Nice to know how some aspects of ourselves get carried forward. And nice to know we may meet our friends again.

Details

Pets always give me the details that their parents need to hear. I don't know which detail matters. Often, they are the most innocuous little things. It can be the color of a sweater, or a favorite place or smell. The clues are tiny. 

And then, when I talk with the pet's owner, I'll say something, and then I'll hear a catch in her voice. She'll suck in her breath. Suddenly, the conversation turns real.

Today, I talked with a dog that had recently passed away. He showed me a tropical garden, beautiful and lush. He said, "Tell my mom that it's warm, but it's not too hot. It's just right for dogs."  I didn't know why this would matter. For Gizmo's mom, this little detail meant the world to her, because they had moved to Florida, and she always worried that it was too hot there for her dog. 

I've learned to not assume I know what matters. 

Radio Show-

I just participated in an online radio show, Notes of a Ghost Writer. We talk about cats and dogs and crossing over and all sorts of things. 

You can hear it here:

Notes of a Ghost Writer

Let me know what you think! 

"I'm not Fishbone"

My friend, Jill, has a cat named Bart Star. He's a wildly-patterned tabby who loves his mom, and has a bit of an attitude. Jill is convinced that Bart Star is her cat Fishbone, reincarnated.
I've asked him four times if he's fishbone, and he always has emphatically told me no.
So, what to do? Your gut says one thing, the cat swears a different truth. Who do you believe?
So, last week, I asked him, "Have you lived with Jill before?" and he said, "Yes."
I asked, "Where?" He showed me Jill's childhood home.
Jill said, "Oh! He was Rufus!"
Still, Jill thought he was Fishbone.
Today, I asked again, "Are you Fishbone?"
Bart said, "No, I'm not Fishbone."
"Okay," I asked. "Did you live with Jill before, in the house you live in now?"
"Yes."
"Were you a grey and white cat?"
"No. I was nearly all grey, just a little bit of white. Not a grey and white cat."
"Okay, so what were you called?"
"Mom called me Fishy."
"Fishy?"
"Yes, Fishy."
I asked Jill, "Did you call him Fishy?"
Jill said, "Yes! I called him Fishy."

The lesson here is that if you have a pet that is a bit elusive in his conversation, answers mostly yes and no, is somewhat persnickity, then come at the question from a different angle. Ask in a different way. Because you may well get your questions answered, after all.

Pet Souls, Human Souls

Horse Artist asked if I had ever encountered animals that had incarnated as other animals or as humans (who are, I must point out, actually just another form of animal).
I haven't encountered this. The animals that I talk with, including humans, when they show me their past lives, they are the same sort of creature they are in this life.  Dogs do tend to change breeds (which would explain all those big dogs in little bodies and vice versa).
There are animal communicators who have encountered animals who have incarnated as different species. That makes sense, especially as our cultures move from rural to city living (e.g., when you had a rural life, perhaps your family owned a milking cow or goat, now your family probably has a pet ferret).
Our animals tend to follow us from life to life. We incarnate over and over again together. That's pretty comforting, especially as I write this, with an orange tabby on my left and a big black dog on my right, all of us sitting on the couch, thinking about a late breakfast.