One of our dogs, Nikita was fond of laying by our red rose bush in the back yard. When Nik died, it seemed fitting to bury him near his favorite spot. Se we laid him to rest a few feet from the rose bush. He died in June and having acquired two pups that summer, I never gave much thought to the many blooms on the bush. That is, until November when it became evident that a small miracle of sorts was going on out there.
December came, then January, February and looking out the back window one could see the rose bush in full bloom! Those roses bloomed repeatedly through the harsh winter, through ice, snow and sub-zero temperatures. They bloomed right until it was summer once more.
If ever a message came from beyond the grave, it was evident in this continuous budding and blooming plant. Never prior to nor ever again did those roses bloom in the winter. Only that year we lost “Nikki”.
May the God of all comfort send you reminders that the little spirit entrusted to you, is now safely in his care.
Love,
Deb
P.S. When my last Finnish Spitz died, I resolved not to pursue getting another. The hurt was too much. That year, the rose bush bloomed the final time with only three perfect red roses. Then it withered away and died. Odd, as my Finnish Spitz were: Nikita, Tapio, and Tyler. Coincidence? The think not.
I would like to make a very special offer to you! Valentine’s Day is coming up. I can’t speak for you, but I know my dogs Buddy and Casey are my two very special Valentines! I thought it would be fun to give you a space to send a loving Valentine to your special animal companion(s) too. This can be done by telling a favorite funny story, writing a poem and just a sweet love letter to your beloved sweet animal friend(s). These love notes will be published in our Valentine’s Day February Newsletter. This is a great way to get your children writing about a favorite familiar topic. Or, perhaps it will be a great way to give a loving salute to an animal that has passed on!
Now here’s the offer part and way I would like to say thank you! (I’m getting a little nervous as I offer this . . . LOL!) For those of you who send this special Valentine, you will receive a free 15 minute phone animal communication session. The deadline for your submission is (Paula, add a responsible deadline here.) I can’t wait to see all of you wonderful submissions. If you are able, please include a picture of your animal companion to be shared in the Newsletter.
Thank you for loving the animals!
Sandra
p.s. You can send in as many Valentines as you would like for those of you with multiple-animal families, but each family will receive just one free 15 minute animal communication session.
Hello Sandra:
I had spoken to you earlier today about a training horse that I need help with. This beautiful American Saddle bred gelding is 8 years old this year. He’s been showing for three years…not super successfully. His owner and I know he’s freakishly talented, but I’m afraid that if his owner doesn’t see him come together, she is losing her faith in him. If he was owned by another, or with another trainer, I’m fairly certain he would have been destroyed by now. He will be great then get a temper and stop thinking, usually injuring himself or his rider. There has been lots of sweat, tears and yes, even some bloodshed. Not to mention lots of broken equipment. I know he is good, and he’s not an evil horse. I’ve lost sleep over him. You know I’m concerned for his welfare, as I’m using this gift certificate on a horse that I don’t even own! I’m trying to keep the faith in him, because I know that not too many can handle him and for that reason I fear for his life.
His registered name is: Life of the Party. We call him Party. Someone mentioned to me that he doesn’t like his name. Do you get that sense about him? Surely that can’t be the reason behind his mind shutting off.
There should be three pictures attached.
I’ll look forward to talking with you on Tuesday.
Sandra
I worked with Sandra and the talented, handsome horse Party over the phone in Canada. Below is the update on Party’s new behavior!
Hello Sandra:
Just as an update. Party came into work on the 9th. I gave him a day to settle. Then I started him back to work on the 11th. Right from the get-go, he was different, very open. He hasn’t put a foot out of step. His work ethic has been super! Even the “Longe Lining”, which you may remember, was a major issue for us. Great! His owner rode him for the first time last night…Party was brilliant! (Yes, I did talk to the owner about being confident when she rides him). I’ll keep you posted.
Thank you for your help. I’ve always thought that I can hear what he’s thinking. I’m glad you confirmed to me that I’m not crazy after all! This is truly going to be his year to shine.
I am just an old (soon to be retired) cop who lost his two “children” several years ago and live each day with a secret hope that somehow when this life finally winds down that somehow I may be re-united with my loved ones. Evie and Popeye were Bull Terriers (Spuds Mckenzie dogs) that I and my first wife, Ellen, rescued from local shelters. Popeye, a white male, had been terribly abused. He carried many scars on his body. He had been rescued from a Research Facility. I often wondered why he loved “humans” so much, especially me, after being treated so awfully. Popeye was my only child. When Ellen died, he kept me from going insane with grief. He spent many a lonely night with me in my patrol car. (He thought he was a “police” dog.) Sometimes I think losing Popeye was worse than losing my wife of 30 years.
Evie was my daughter, another white bull terrier. She was found wandering alongside Highway 20 outside of Atlanta by a vending truck. She was obviously well taken care of. She was clean and vermin free. We thought she may have wandered away from her owner(s) at a Rest Stop along the highway. Try as we might we could not find her family so, she became a part of mine.
Several years after we found Evie, she was bitten by a “Brown Recluse” spider and became very sick. Ellen was a Vet. Technologist at the time and was able to get her emergency treatment. She spent several months in a Vet hospital eventually recovering but had lost all of her beautiful white hair down her back and hindquarters. She became my little “Bare-Butt” daughter.
Over a period of several years, Evie slowly became lame. She was having trouble moving and I made the decision to have her euthanized. Even now, several years after this event, I shed tears. It hurt so much to lose this beautiful soul.
Ms. Larson, I don’t know if you will let me know anything about both of my loved ones, but if you can communicate with one of them, give me some hint of their existence in the afterlife, perhaps if I knew that Evie did not condemn me for ending her life. If I had some inkling of hope that I might be with them again sometime, it would mean so much to me.
I have been extremely lucky over the years with 40 years in Law Enforcement and married to two beautiful women. Last week I had to go in the hospital to have some surgery on my heart. Being childless, I did not have too many people (other than my current life-mate, Sherry) at my bedside. All I could think about was the possibility that Evie and Popeye might be waiting on me. Silly, I know, big macho cop that I am. I grieve so much for my deceased family.
I know you are swamped with requests, however if you think you might have time to check on this I will send you some pictures in a separate E-mail.
The following is an email conversation with a friend who said goodbye to her dear horse companion. Notice the way she and the herd honored her long time friend. (She graciously has allowed us to share it in our newsletter.)
Sandra,
My heart is heavy right now. Dynessa, the mare here with the baby (who is 6 yrs old now) colic last night some time and today when I went out to feed found her so sick. I took her to the vet and we decided that she was too far gone to put her through surgery. He felt she would not even make it to the facility for the operation. I am still crying, but I know that she is not hurting now.
If you can get any connection with her I would so like to know anything she might want to say… I was unable to stay physically with her for the end as I really did not want to have that video in my head. I tried to stay with her emotionally and felt her transition from afar. A hawk flew over the barn and a horse in a near stall said he would stay with her that it was ok… oh my… this is the hard part of loving so hard.
Terrie
Dear Terrie,
My heart is so sad with you! Please feel free to call me if you need to talk. I know your heart is breaking. I can feel it all the way over here! If there is anything I can do to help you, know I am here!
Just now, I saw her lift up from her body. It was the spirit of her as the horse. Then I saw her re-materialize in a lush green pasture and run like the wind! She is shaking her head with the freedom of the run. I hear her say, “All is well, all is well, all is well!”
I love you sweet dear friend!
Blessings,
Sandra
Sandra,
Thank you for your call and email. I was outside with the herd giving ceremony and then spent the evening sitting around a campfire remembering some of Dy’s antics. During ceremony, the herd all came up and we stood in a circle all being still and holding space for her. We all felt the loss and let it be ok to remember. You know some people would think all this I am saying is ridiculous, but I know you know it is truth.
As I sat around the fire, I thought about Dy and her gifts. She was a Polish Arabian and could collect herself in such style. She was my daughter’s first Mozart concert as we were told. Shannon was learning to ride and the trainer that sold us Dy said, “Shannon, you know Mary had a little lamb, by Dynessa knows Mozart.” Shannon had to learn how powerful her body was in the ride and Dynessa taught her that. But probably the greatest work that Dy did was helping Shannon through drug recovery. She counseled Shannon many hours through that season.
The only regret I have is not bringing her back to the farm to stay, but to do such would mean prolonging the process her body was experiencing. You know what was so odd is that she should have been in agony, but she acted like she was heavily drugged. Somehow there seemed to be irony in what she helped Shannon with, she now used to help herself. I was grateful for that place for her. I will visit her when I take my animals to the vet, but I do feel she is closer to me now especially after your email. I really cried when I read your vision as I had seen the same earlier and what was so good is she was running in her pasture here at the farm. So maybe what I really wanted is what happened. What is the body anyway?
Cimarron her baby looked this morning to see if she was coming to her stall for breakfast… I moved another horse to her stall and the shift was felt by all… but it is the circle of life isn’t it… You know, metaphysically, I am going to go open the gate to her pasture and let her know it is ok to leave and run free to all the places she wishes to go.
Hugs
Terrie
p.s. This is the emotion (water) month in the Soul Journey. I guess Spirit is allowing a deep experience (death, tears, and rain)…
Sweetheart,
What an amazing sentient being! I’m going to save what you have written and when/if you feel it’s alright, I want to share it with others who are grieving. You have honored Dy with the beautiful ceremony. How precious the entire herd came to honor their own. I wish I could have been there. Somehow, I feel as though I was.
As you said, Dy only left her body behind. Can you imagine how she used what she experienced with Shannon in a positive way at just the right time? Life always finds a way and Dy will find her way through this, too. I believe she already has.
Terrie, you are so precious! So much is being washed within you during this Water Week. As you grieve Dy, you release other unspoken grief emotions, too. My father always said, “It is the strong who cry!” It takes strength and true courage to grieve. I know you have that strength and courage. And, so does the herd.
I have a wonderful little story that I wanted to write up that you will also enjoy about a sweet collie named Queenie who received her very first ever Christmas gift from my girls. In fact it’s not very long, so let me just tell it to you now:
When I was living in Ohio many years ago, I had the blessing of being invited to Thanksgiving and Christmas with the family of a friend of mine from Florida who had been widowed the previous year. Her extended family lived in a small farm town about an hour from where I had moved to in Ohio. I knew them from their visits to her in Florida, and this year she was coming home to them, rather than having them visit her, and they invited me as well.
At Christmastime I bought some little gifts for the family members, and of course the girls got a present for Queenie, a packet of rawhide chew sticks. It was wrapped and tagged along with all the other gifts, and we placed all of them under their tree when we arrived.
My friend’s grandfather was the official “Santa” and he would pick up each gift, read the name, and give it to the recipient. When he was giving out my little stack of gifts, he read Queenie’s name with some surprise, as they had never included her before in Christmas gift-giving. I imagine it had simply never occurred to them.
Queenie got up and walked over and received her gift, and then proceeded to walk all around the room, showing it to each person. She was so proud to have a package of her own to open! I was so touched!
She then sat down and carefully, carefully unwrapped it. The bow was removed and set aside. Then she spent some time easing open the wrapping. It was too important to rush or destroy! This was HER gift!
She pulled the package of chewies out, opened one corner, and sat down to enjoy one of her new treats! I took photos of all of this. Of course, all activity in the room had stopped as the humans watched Queenie. No one could believe how delicately she was behaving with her packet of chew sticks. It was obvious this was a VERY special occasion for her.
I hope, of course, that she received lots more gifts at Christmas during her lifetime… but that one was just something that made my holiday. I don’t think a lot of folks realize that the animals are watching what we do, seeing everyone get gifts, and it’s nice for them to be part of it too.
It’s always nice to have someone think of you, after all, isn’t it?
Hugs to you and yours, hope you had a wonderful holiday.
Fran
Animal Communication Blog 
I would like to make a very special offer to you! Valentine’s Day is coming up. I can’t speak for you, but I know my dogs Buddy and Casey are my two very special Valentines! I thought it would be fun to give you a space to send a loving Valentine to your special animal companion(s) too. This can be done by telling a favorite funny story, writing a poem and just a sweet love letter to your beloved sweet animal friend(s). These love notes will be published in our Valentine’s Day February Newsletter. This is a great way to get your children writing about a favorite familiar topic. Or, perhaps it will be a great way to give a loving salute to an animal that has passed on! 
