“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”
I became a believer in our ability to communicate with animals after Amelia Kinkade, an animal intuitive, who, while sitting in California, told me via email that she was seeing through the eyes of our lost cat Boo Boo, who had disappeared from our son’s home in Connecticu. She went on in detail about the house and yard and where the cat was hiding. The next morning I went out and rescued Boo Boo from the exact place Amelia had described to me the day before.
From that day on I learned that when in doubt to simply ask myself WWAD, or “What Would Amelia Do?” One of my biggest problems is mentally going into a place of fear when one of our pets is missing or acting strangely. I know that interferes with my ability to communicate. I tend to try and force them to do my will by every means available to me or I go into my head and decide what the animal is thinking, none of which ever work, instead of asking WWAD and resolving the issue.
My first experiment, after becoming a believer, was to try and find out why our beloved house rabbit Smudge Elizabunny would allow my wife to walk out into the front yard, pick her up and bring her into the house each evening while, when I attempted to do it, she would run around for ten or fifteen minutes until I finally caught up with her.
Smudge began her day by running out our pet door every morning and spending the day in our fenced in front yard with our other creatures. So my first WWAD was to step out into our yard the next evening and in my head ask, “Why don’t you let me pick you up the way you let my wife Bobbie do?’
The unexpected answer, which for me verifies it is coming from the animal and not my head was, ‘You don’t treat the cats that way.’ I realized she treated my wife differently because I was the zoo keeper and guardian and my wife more often brought her treats and rarely ever forced her to come inside.
When I went on to ask what she meant by that Smudge explained that I don’t make the cats come in at any specific time but give them the freedom to go in and out until my bed time. I then explained that the cats could defend themselves should a predator get into the yard. I was worried about Smudge being out late when it grew dark. With those words Smudge hopped over and let me pick her up and every day thereafter. I will admit some days she would smile at me and remind me of the old days for a minute or two but I could tell it was just her sense of humor. And when I had appointments I could go out into the yard and tell her I needed to leave the house and would feel better if she would come in. She always hopped right over when she knew I had a schedule to keep.
When Smudge died, Amelia told me she would be with Rose who loved her. Little did Amelia know my Mom’s name was Rose and she died shortly after Smudge. I know they are together again sharing stories about me.
Our cat Miracle also reads my mind. The name is no coincidence. Miracle was named after a cat which appeared in a dream to one of my cancer patients and said, “My name is Miracle and this is the cancer treatment protocol you should follow.” The cat then gave her the details which her oncologist agreed to and she is well today. And so we named our next rescued cat Miracle; and that she is. She is fearless and thinks she is a dog. So I entered her in dog shows. The next year someone posted a notice, “This dog show is for dogs only.”
Last year I went shopping with our two dogs Furphy, a Lhasa Apso, who thinks our house is his Tibetan Monastery and insists on running the show and Buddy, a Griffon mix, who loves to chase anything that moves from a squirrel to an oil truck. Upon returning to the car after shopping I was horrified to see the side door was accidentally left open. Buddy, whom I was worried most about was sitting in the car while Furphy was nowhere to be seen. My first reaction was panic as I began to run around calling out his name and searching the areas around the parking lot. I suddenly realized I was not doing what Amelia taught me and so I asked myself WWAD?
I quieted down and went into Furphy’s head to find out what he was thinking and immediately realized he was searching for me as he always does, and that he was probably at the front desk of the market with them asking over the loud speaker, ‘Whose dog is this?’
As I approached the front of the super market I saw a security guard sitting in his car. As I approached he lowered the driver’s window and asked, “Are you looking for a dog?’ I answered yes and he said, ‘Here he is on the front seat with air conditioning, water and treats.’ The guard went on to tell me he saw Furphy walking towards the front of the market and didn’t want him to be hit by a car so he picked him up. Furphy followed me back to the car and we have never had that problem again.
I may add that both Furphy and Buddy adopted me; Furphy by running out and grabbing my leg when I visited the shelter and Buddy by sending me a message. I had written a story about a dog named Buddy when I heard a voice tell me, one morning, to go to the animal shelter. I listened to the voice and went down there with Furphy and as we walked in a volunteer was holding a dog in her lap. I asked something I have never asked before, ‘What’s his name?’ Of course the answer was’ Buddy’ and home he came with me. My wife is very forgiving and accepting and adopts us all too.
The other day I drove off thinking they were both in the car but after a half mile I realized no one was telling me where to go or what to do. I turned to look in the back of the car and saw only Buddy. I immediately connected with Furphy and told him I was sorry and coming home. I turned around and drove home knowing Furphy would be sitting in the driveway giving me that boy are you a dumbbell look that God’s complete creations give to we incomplete human beings. It is a look I get from the cats too when I used to accidentally lock them out overnight. Now I take attendance every evening both intuitively and physically before I get into bed to be sure all our kids are in the house and no one is locked out.
My hope in sharing these stories with is that you will let Amelia open your minds and increase your communication skills so you won’t get that look from the animals anymore. With time and training notice the added benefit of getting along better with people as well.
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(Reposted with permission from Dr. Bernie Siegel, MD)