Passed Over Pets Testimonials
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Writing a Testimonial is an important part of the process for many. When they go to "put the pen to paper", they reflect on what has really happened and the impact it has had in their life. It also gives them the opportunity to share with others the unique experience of Animal Communication and pass along this little gem to those who may not have had this experience. What you write - and even that you wrote it - can make or break whether or not someone else takes advantage of these services and benefits from this opportunity to reconnect with their beloved animal companion. Remember, in most cases, someone only used my services because they read the Testimonials already posted (or were referred by another...but then they probably read the Testimonials too!)
Unsure what to write, or how to best communicate what happened?
See my little write-up at the bottom of the page..
A LOT OF INSIGHTS SHARED WITH MOMMY AND DADDY!!
We contacted Julie right after we lost our13-year old pug Betty quite unexpectedly, and she was able to schedule a consultation within a few days of our initial contact. Her detailed emails over the next few days really clarified what we could expect during the session. During the session, Julie put us at ease immediately and was very forthcoming. Her answers to our questions were both spontaneous and pensive; afterwards we felt a sense of comfort and closure which we hadn’t felt since Betty’s passing. I am grateful to Julie for helping us process the inevitable guilt and grief we were feeling. She really helped us through a very difficult time with grace and compassion.
~ Lynda R in MA, Jan 2010
THIS BABY BOY GAVE NEW MEANING TO "BIRDS OF A FEATHER"!
I wanted to write to tell of the amazing story of Cassidy and Quinn…
My best friend and confidante, Cassidy Quinn (a small white Ducorp's Cockatoo), had been ill for quite a while. He would seem to get better with treatment, and then with surgery. But whatever was wrong with him could never quite be mended by our vet, try as he might. Cassidy took a turn for the worse in November 2004, and on a chilly Monday morning he had to be suddenly put to sleep. He was only 4 ½ years old, and I was heartbroken.
While at work two days later, a co-worker told me about Aunt Julie. I was desperate for some kind of closure (though suffice it to say, a little skeptical), and contacted Julie that evening. Julie wrote back to my email around 8pm, just as I was sitting in tears watching TV, thinking about Cassidy not being in his usual spot on my left - always my left - shoulder, snuggled up to go to sleep there with his beak against my nose…
Julie's reply struck me right away. She said she didn't want to upset me because she hadn't actually spoken with me yet, but that Cassidy was insistent that she email me immediately and tell me that he was with me - sitting on my left shoulder and snuggling my face right now. Needless to say, I was surprised.
Julie and I arranged to speak with Cassidy that Saturday afternoon, and I was excited and very nervous as the time drew close. Julie put me at ease right away though, and she was amazingly accurate during her conversation with Cassidy. She described my house, my husband and another close friend of the family, my Weimaraner (who liked to sit and stare at Cassidy and `smile'), and many other aspects of life in our home.
She also told me what had been actually medically wrong with Cassidy, and described his symptoms and final suffering in amazingly accurate detail. (I have since checked with the vet, and he could very well have been afflicted with what Julie related to me.) I got a tremendous feeling of peace and closure from this conversation, and walked away feeling much better than I did going into it.
During our talk, Cassidy suggested that he come back into our home as another bird - but oh, was he specific about exactly what he must look like. Julie related that he wanted to be a BIG bird, and GREEN, and LOUD, and have a long tail. And be a male - absolutely. Cassidy knew what he wanted, and wasn't going to settle. Julie spent many hours of her own time browsing the internet, looking for pictures of the type of bird that Cassidy had shown her - even getting confirmation (or loud denial) from Cassidy himself on various occasions as she looked at pictures.
We finally determined that he was going for the look of a Military Macaw. Now - how do you locate `the one'..?? Here is where fate stepped in a bit. I emailed a bird breeder that I used to have contact with, and asked if she was still in the business. She actually was not - she had moved from California to Missouri, and only had two birds left that were for sale. And believe it or not… they were two Military Macaws, from the same clutch, around 4 months old!
I had the breeder send me pictures of the two birds, and Cassidy immediately gravitated to one of them. THAT was the one. But the birds had not been sexed yet, and the breeder suspected that the one that Cassidy was interested in was a female, and that the other might be a male. “No”, said Cassidy - we should have them sexed and wait to see. He (through Julie) insisted that the one he was interested in was the male. So we had them sexed, and waited as told. And sure enough, when the results were in a week later, Cassidy was right - the one he insisted on was the male, and the other was a female. (OK, at that point I was a believer.)
Julie spoke with us again, and made final arrangements for the transition into the new macaw baby. Cassidy was very interested in what his new name would be, and he promptly vetoed every name that my husband and I had been thinking of. He finally announced that he had liked his middle name when he was a cockatoo, Quinn, and that he would take that as his new name. He then announced that he thought “McFee” would be a cool middle name going forward, and that was that. (I actually asked if it was at all negotiable, since I would never in a million years have thought up “McFee” - but he said it was not!)
We had a break in the weather that weekend in December, so… off I went to Missouri to pick up this new bird that I had never met. I flew there, picked up Quinn McFee, rented a car, and started the drive back to Denver.
Julie had told me that Cassidy was a little nervous about the long drive home, and that he was going to wait and see whether all was going well before he actually took up final residence in the macaw. For the first 4 hours of the trip, the new bird acted like I wasn't even there. He ate, he clucked a bit, he soundly ignored me… And then he got really, really quiet for about 10 minutes.
And all of a sudden he was a totally different bird! He came running over to the side of his carrier by the drivers seat, and started insisting that I pet him through the carrier sides. And he started squirping and cooing for me, and demanding continual attention. It was quite a drive until I got to the hotel for the night and let him out of that carrier! He came running out of the carrier, ran across the floor to me, up my arm onto my shoulder - yelling, “Mom! Mom!” It was amazing - that's really the only word to describe it.
Quinn is still my big green baby, and it's now 6 months later. No one can get over how he seemed to know me and be totally devoted to me from that instant, like we had been together all along. Actually, I can't quite get over it myself.
I really appreciate everything that Julie did to make this happen for me, for my husband, and for Cassidy/Quinn. She went over and above, and is still there for us when we need to check in. She was also there for us last week, when the Weimaraner, Shelby, lost her battle with kidney failure. Julie connected with Shelby and helped us to grant her last wishes, and to know that she is OK where she is now.
What peace and closure it brings to have that connection - it's a wonderful gift that Julie shares with others…
~ Karen E, CO
COULD WE ALL LEARN A THING OR TWO FROM CHAMPY?
Julie's note: This one was a beautiful and smooth experience. Always a sweet girl, Champy was near her end of life. We had a nice talk with her and she remained quite composed, light and rather "in charge!" Details were worked out as to the vet's arrival to the house, the location Champy was trying to get across as to where she wanted to lay for the procedure, and the like. Her owner was very loving and attentive to her requests during the Consult, and no detail was unexplored as even though not "demanding", Champy was gently knowledgable about her preferences. This proved to be a calming influence!
After the fact, I received an email with a few notes about how things went; here is just an excerpt:
"Champy remained a superdog by greeting the vet with a smile, wagging tail, etc. ... She actually picked the spot by the coffee table herself."
True, you had to "be there" for the Consult to know the nuances of the above but I'm sure you get the idea.
Thanks for your help. Believe me, your reading and allowing me to talk to Champy helps a lot. I think I granted all of her last wishes. I actually believe she is smarter than humans. You really helped me get some closure for me and Champy. I still get teared eyed when I look but do not find her here at home. But I know she is around. I am glad she went out with dignity.
I would be most pleased if you could use some of what I wrote on your website. I was very fortunate to have the time to talk to Champy before the end.
~ H. Lee, CA May 2009
...THIS HANDSOME BOY LOOKS A LOT LIKE MY CAT AND HAS THE SAME NAME AS MY DOG...! J
We want to thank you for a truly wonderful experience! It was so nice to connect with Fox and we know now that he is OK!!! This really helped us, but I really think it helped Fox too, and for that I am so glad we found you.
We were a little nervous at first, but quickly realized that this wasn't scary at all! You helped us feel at ease and we found that this was in fact a very pleasant and fulfilling experience! Thank you and I look forward to contacting you in the future so we can say hello again to our Fox!
~ The McDonnells in NJ, Jan 2009
THIS BEAUTIFULGAL LOVED HER OPPORTUNITY TO PASS ALONG ALL THAT SHE WANTED TO TELL MOMMY!
Thank you, thank you, thank you! Sugaree was more than a dog to me and my family. She was a beautiful loving friend and I couldn’t imagine my life without her. When she started to reach the end due to cancer I was completely heartbroken. She was put to sleep on a Saturday morning.
I was beside myself and then I remembered a co-worker mentioning Aunt Julie’s site. I placed my order and Julie responded right away. The day of my appointment I woke up for the first time in months actually excited. Today’s the day I get to talk to Sugaree!!
It was an amazing experience. Sugaree described her stroke and what she felt like after she passed. She had messages for her close friends and they were in tears when I delivered them. I opened up my heart during the reading and put my sadness to the side. I could feel waves of love come over me….just like I used to feel when I looked at Sugaree doing something totally cute :o) I still miss her but instead of feeling sad I’m able to enjoy our bond in a more open and loving way.
~ Amy B. in CO, 2009
BEING A PASSED OVER KITTY DIDN'T SEPARATE HIM FROM HIS BROTHER (AND MOMMY!)
I had a great reading for Harold, my earthly cat, and William, his passed on brother. By the first few minutes, I was utterly convinced because of the details that only my cats would know. I was devastated when I had to put William down, and worried about his brother, as they were so close. As it turns out, they are still close, and to William, his passing over was a non-event for him (and he hangs out all the time). My Harold was just as haughty and demanding as I always imagined, and talkative too. When Julie said he was “wiped out and done talking' Harold rolled languidly off the bed and walked out. When she told me how much he loved me, he set his paw on my hand and licked my knuckles. This was definitely a wonderful experience for me and my cuddly boys.
~ Willaim and Harold's mom, Dec 2008
FROM A CLIENT WHOSE TWO PASSED CATS CAME BACK TO THEM AS THEIR NEW KITTIES AND REMAINED "CLIENTS" FOR AUNT JULIE AS WELL!
Gosh, time flies when you are having fun! Next month will be four years that A-and E- have been with us. We are soo happy and they have brought us nothing but unimaginable joy, love and happiness!
Thanks again for your help with helping to reunite us all four years ago. We will forever be grateful!
~M. & S. D-, Clearwater, FL 2008
IT'S IMPORTANT TO CONSULT THEM FIRST!
I want to thank you for helping me through an extremely difficult situation. Max needed reassurance before his exploratory surgery and he got it thanks to your gift. Then after having to make such a difficult decision I was able to talk to him and we let each other know how much we meant to each other and to my husband. I was impressed that he was so worried about the cats. He wanted us to be sure to love them and help them get through the loss of him. It was bitter sweet but important. Thank you for helping Max and the rest of our family in losing Maxwell THE BEST DOG!!!!! DEB
~ Deb D in NC 2008
Added in another email in July 2009, "I also have to thank you again for your help when my baby Maxwell died. I thought losing him would be devistating to deal with. Since I was able to talk to him I think I helped him adjust to losing his body. It also helped me greatly to know he was ok and didn't blame me for making the decision to let him go when they couldn't save him. "
PASSED OVER BUT STILL INTERESTED IN FAMILY MATTERS!
Thanks for getting in contact with Cruzer for us- you lifted the sorrow I've felt in my heart for the past 3 years at not being there when he had to go- and for not being able to say my final goodbyes.....I'm glad to hear from you that he is still very much around us and that he is still "smiling a lot" - that he understood all that happened and has gotten to be friendly with Robert and Rudy!
~ E.V. in Laguna Beach, CA 1/06
IT WAS A PLEASURE TO HEAR THIS SWEETIE'S COMFORTING WORDS!
I am dear friends with two people who had used Julie before when they had awful losses with their pet family members. These friends I admire and regard with the utmost respect. As I had never heard of pet communication before I really didn't know how to respond to the amazement in truth, new understanding and ultimate comfort gained from this communication. A bit skeptical would be an understatement, but these people are "normal" and mindful. I thought it interesting at best and went along until I had my own unexpected loss of Miss Lucy, my beloved lovebird. I was away when it happened and I was broken. I could not get it together. I was so sad. For those reading this, if it helps, we know your emptiness and loss. It is terrible. As I said to Julie, the love for a precious pet (true love at that) finds its way in total fascination and endearment for every part, thing, doing and not doing. I continued to try and get it together until I finally analyzed it like this: the risk in finding it "out of this world" for the modest amount of money involved was worth the reward if it could be true. And, how wonderful to know and experience something different and new. I must say it was amazing. With her incredible gift, Julie drew on, understood and was able to communicate aspects that yes, no one else would have known without any guidance. Julie's energy and pursuit was unyielding for an hour. She was fully present with both of us and able to relay Miss Lucy's voice. The experience definitely offered the most interesting insight. The information is very good to have and I am so happy for it. But, as I told Julie, I guess in the end, the truth remains that Miss L is gone. I am glad to know however she is still "around". I always knew she would remain close and deep in my heart, but this is an added bonus. The lesson going forward is to love, love, love with no regret and with all you have as none of us knows when that end will be. With the new found knowledge of the fact that animals know so much more than we imagine, my next dear pet will be spoken to, listened to and understood on a whole new level.... and that is good! Actually Miss Lucy is spoken to, listened to and still understood today on a whole new level thanks to Miss Julie and her care. It is definitely worth doing.
~ JH, FL 6/06
A TALE OF UNDYING LOVE
I don't really know how to start this.
I guess it is best to start from the beginning.
I got Pugsly when she was 2 months old she weighed all of 5 lbs she was so small but with a HUGE personality. I fell in love with her at first sight. I got her from a pet store and when they let me sit with her in the little area they have, she just kept running around in circles but then she would come back and jump on my lap. She was so full of energy and so much fun. Pugsly was my first dog and she quickly became my best friend and companion she followed me everywhere and I mean everywhere, I don't think I have gone to the bathroom by myself in 4 years LOL. We had a VERY strong bond. She would lay on the couch and when my husband would come in the room she would raise her eyes and that was it. When I came in the room she would jump up and run to me like I have been gone for years. It was not like she did not like my husband, it was just that she was so closely bonded with me. I am on the computer a lot so she would sit on a stool with a pillow on top and sit there next to me all day.
In 2001 I became disabled and I have been home 24/7 with her so our bond became even stronger if you can even imagine that. Anyway on March 2nd I found a small lump in her neck I called the vet and we were there within 15 minutes. The vet said that it might be cancer and I started to cry. They aspirated the lump and took some blood I was told I would get the results in a few days but I got a phone call the next day. It was cancer Lymphoma to be exact. They could not operate; I could try chemo. The chemo might give me another couple of months or a year but no matter what the cancer would be back. I chose to let her live her life out without chemo. So I started her on Prednizone and the tumor shrunk to nothing so I asked for a biopsy to make sure they did not make a mistake; I believed in my heart that they made a mistake so when I got the call the next day saying it was cancer and it was highly malignant. That is when I started thinking about finding a psychic to talk to her for me, So I went on eBay and got someone else who was TERRIBLE and knew nothing, Then I saw Julie's link and I decided to try again. That was the best decision I have ever made. Julie is amazing to say the least. After speaking with her a number of times I felt so much better.
I spoke with Julie the first time and Pugsly had so much to say. She knew she was sick she was not in pain. She loved me and thought I was pretty. She told me to stop yelling at Molly (my German Shepard) LOL. I used to yell at Molly for playing to rough with Molly but obviously it was not too rough because Pugsly wanted me to stop yelling at Molly LOL. I felt so much better after talking with Pugsly. Julie talked to me for an hour and 1/2. My most important question to Pugsly was if the time came that I had to help her to the other side did she want me to hold her. She said Yes and she wanted it to happen in my bed. But my vet does not come to the home so Julie explained that to Pugsly and she was okay with it. Pugsly had a certain way that she wanted it done she wanted me to hold her and rub the top of her head and she wanted my husband there but he had to kiss her forehead and say he loved her. LOL. I promised her I would do all of that for her. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of my chest after that talk. Julie told me to call her anytime, and I did.
Pugsly was doing quite well. When I woke up on Friday May 27th I could see that Pugsly was having a tremendous amount of trouble breathing I took her to the vet and they gave her a shot to help her but basically I knew it was time to help her to the other side. My husband was at work and there was no way I could do this on my own so I took Pugsly home and told the vet I would be back in the morning. I spent that day and night with Pugsly I never slept that night. I was afraid if I went to sleep she would die and Pugsly's biggest fear was dying alone. I stayed by her side the whole time. That last day was so precious to me, I used that time to say goodbye to my baby girl.
When I got home I called Julie because Pugsly would sleep for a while and then get up and eat and play for a while so I was so confused as to what to do. I wanted to know how Pugsly was feeling. So I called Julie and she was busy but she called me right back and she helped me connect with my baby. She told me that Pugsly was already out of her body and she was on my left side by my chin and neck she said it was hard to explain but I knew exactly what she meant because every night Pugsly would come into the den with me while I was on the computer she would sleep. When it was time for bed I would pick her up and she would lay her head on my shoulder on the left side she would actually turn her head to the side just like a baby and she would lay there for about 5 minutes every night. Pugsly loved to touch ME but hated to be held. So it was very strange that she let me do that every night so when Julie told me that I felt so relived and happy. Pugsly helped me make the decision she said she understood. I was so afraid to make this decision I wanted to do the right thing for my baby. I knew I could not keep her around just for my own selfishness, But I did not want to let her go either, I think I called Julie about 3 or 4 times between Friday and Saturday, and Julie dropped what she was doing every time. She really is an amazing women.
After I put Pugsly down I called Julie to make sure that she was okay. that was the hardest call to make. Turns out that she was okay just a little afraid of the cremation so I had to explain to her that Mommy did what I did so she would not hurt anymore and Mommy would NEVER let her feel pain. She felt much better after that. I feel like I have a very deep spiritual connection with Pugsly and I would not feel this if it was not for Julie.
I have a German Shepard named Molly who has been having a rough time without Pugsly and it turns out that she is upset because she knew that Pugsly was my best friend and she figured that now that Pugsly is gone she would be my best friend but she says that she is not. That Pugsly still is and she wants to know why I love Pugsly more what does Pugsly have that she does not have. So I have been spending a lot more time with Molly and telling her how much I love her and that she is my best friend because humans have more than one best friend. Thank god for Julie and her ability to talk to my babies because she can talk to them I am now able to work on my relationship with Molly. I can work on problems that I never would of knew were there. I can see a physical difference in Molly since I have talked to Julie. She is happier and she is more playful.
I fell much more peaceful than I ever would if I had not gotten in touch with Julie. She made this whole terrible experience in my life not so terrible. She helped make it spiritual. Words cannot express how much she has helped me.
~ Patti M, NY
LOVEBIRD'S SUCCESSFUL TRANSITION TO CHIHUAHUA PUP BRINGS JOY ONCE AGAIN TO HOUSEHOLD!
Romeo the Lovebird was killed rather out of the blue, right before we were going to do his Initial Consultation. Wild! The owner and I did a Consultation anyway, which was very needed and quite touching. One of the many things he brought up was how very much he loved being on her shoulder, with all the accompanying love and emotions. He also desired to come back to Mommy and her household, but this time as a dog...a very exact type of dog (and well described by him)...a Chihuahua puppy! This didn't "fly" at the humans' end at first for a couple of reasons, but Romeo pushed a bit, suggesting strongly that she Just go see one of them, type of thing.
Another type of dog was considered and almost purchased. The owner called me while at the ATM machine getting the funds for this cutie Beagle. Mmm. Something was "sticky" about the whole thing and I couldn't put my finger on it but even though we got in comm with the Romeo being who was like, Well, okay, I still got hit with something, to the point of having to call her back after we were already off the phone. I can't let things nag at me like that. It's rare but does happen, and it has to be communicated. Turns out, "oddly" enough, Mommy had reservations about it as well, something just didn't seem right (even though she and the Beagle pup had hit it right off!). They didn't get the Beagle and then she later contacted me to tell me that she'd found the perfect Chihuahua! It was just one of those kind of things where he just kind of plopped into their life.....He fit the bill perfectly and all considerations about how and why this wasn't the new pup to bring into the household just kind of....fell away.
Romeo was happy with this choice, boy. He like the name Mommy wanted, Tommy, but wanted a second name, as they sometimes do, and he came up with Tommy James (Tommy Boy as his nickname, since that's what Mommy liked as a nickname and he loved catering to what she wanted!).
Anyway, what I wrote's kinda clunky, it'll be better coming from her whenever she sends her "story" along which will better convey the details and frankly, the emotional depth of it all, but I can at least introduce some comments she made after the fact, for now:
Tommy James is wonderful. He keeps crawling on everyone's shoulder like a bird.
He've very content and we all love him so much already!
~ Diane H, FL
You know, it's not every time that it works out that the animal - or the human - gets exactly what they want. Tommy James was and is thrilled with his new situation. Do you know how good that feels!? ~Julie
Subsequent email from Diane approx 3 months later:
I just wanted to let you know everything is so great with this wonderful little dog. And you might find it so funny but he always wants to be on my left shoulder. This is so especially if he gets scared. He runs right up my body to my shoulder. Also, Romeo used to shred the toilet paper while he was with me when I was using the bathroom. Tommy James does the EXACT SAME THING!!
STARTLING BYPRODUCT COMES OUT OF ANIMAL COMMUNICATION!
RE: AUNT JULIE'S COMMUNICATION WITH OUR CAT THOMAS JAMES:
I had to write up a thank you and commendation for Julie Rich on her special ability and talent of superior communication with animals.
My daughter's cat, a yellow Ocicat named Thomas James, acquired a blood clot in the brain, and was dying. My daughter Becky has had other losses of beloved cats, and another one was going to be really hard to take.
Becky, Thomas, and I got together with Aunt Julie to find out what Thomas James had to say about the tragedy.
Well, he had plenty to say. He told us how much he thought of Mama (Becky) and Mama Kathy (me), and how much he loved being part of our family. He mentioned things like loving music, loving listening to my piano playing, and how to him, Beethoven was "the god" (of musicians). He got started talking about his favorite Past Life when he was an artist named Francis---"but you can call me Frank! "--- in Arizona, and about his Indian friends who were also artists.
He told us he was indeed dying, and that he wanted to be put to sleep with dignity by a Vet in their office. He said that yes, he would like to be buried out in our back yard where the other cats were buried, and described the cloth he would like wrapped around him, and lowered gently into the dirt, and covered with leaves. He said that he would like to come back as a person, but that he WOULD come back again as a cat for Becky if she really wanted him to.
So we took him to the Vet's, and they performed that very peaceful, easy death that they do---it is so neat, they give the animal a shot and the animal just relaxes, and it's all over in a few seconds, and it is painless and absolutely easy and no upset for the animal.
And we buried him in the back yard, Becky followed all his wishes to the letter, and lowered his little body into the ground and covered the hole with leaves on top of the dirt, and I read a section of a lovely funeral service our Church uses.
And here's the outcome: because my daughter Becky got so thoroughly what he was thinking, and saying, and what he wanted, and his love for her, she got a thorough reality on the fact that here was a SPIRIT, and past lives, and living again, and the data made a huge difference in her acceptance of his dying, and her losing him. She in the past had felt so badly that she had gone on drinking binges to handle her turmoil. This time, because of Aunt Julie's help, she QUIT DRINKING ENTIRELY, and has not drank since. In addition, Becky is fine with his coming back as a human being instead of another cat.
THIS is what knowing what your beloved pet is thinking and feeling, having the data, can do for a person!
Our huge and heartfelt thanks to wonderful Julie Rich for sharing her talent and love for animals with us!
Much much love,
Kathy R, FL ~ 25 Feb 2004
Aunt Julie's note - I had no idea that Kathy's daughter had been an alcoholic for years. Kathy mentioned this to me a few days after the Consultation as she wanted me to know that Becky had not had a drink since.....now, weeks later, she still has not had a drink...Talk about more than one life enriched by Pet Communication!
On Jan. 16, 2003 my sweet, beautiful KadyeLynn died in my arms. She had just turned 3 last September. She was a gorgeous black and white basset hound and weighed 70lbs. The vet said it was an Ilius. Part of her large intestine had died and poisoned her within 24 hours. There was nothing he could do. Being a novice Animal Communicator I tried to connect with her and all I could get was the feeling of confusion. I contacted my teacher in SC and Kadye told her she was coming back as a puppy in the next litter at the same place she came from the first time. The next litter was born a week and a half later. I drove 1200 miles one way to see her. It was her. So tiny and red and white this time. Well, 3 weeks later, the pups were killed by a weenie dog. I was crushed. A friend of mine that does communications too, suggested that I call on Julie. I knew Kadye was in trouble and needed more help than I could ever give her. After looking at Julie's website, I decided to give it a try. It was no doubt the best decision I ever made - bar none. She got in touch with Kadye and found out that my little girl was so sick that when I took her to the vet when she got sick that day, she thought the shot he gave her, killed her. She blamed me for the pups getting killed. It was awful. Auntie Julie told my little girl the way that it really happened and that she didn't die at the vet's office and that the shot was medicine for her tummy. It was just time for that body to go. When Kadye realized that her worst fears were not true, she was free. So free in fact that she decided to come back in human form and "save all beings on earth." She had seen the war on a TV that was on and made the instant choice to take a baby boy's body in Los Angeles. She had to go fast but wanted to tell me goodbye, so Julie called me on the phone and I actually got to speak with Kadye, through Julie. It was amazing. Kadye sent her Daddy a message and she described him to Julie to a tee. She and her Daddy had a very special love for each other. The next two days were hell. I knew where Kadye was but she was not coming back to me. I gave her my love and blessings and now I know how hard it is to watch children leave home. I had to have some counseling and Julie took care of that for me. She saved my KadyeLynn and me and I am forever grateful. I will never forget this war for a very different reason that everyone else has. My little soldier was born again on March 20, 2003. I am sure that she (he) will save the world in some way. Thank you Julie for bringing peace to us both.
Love and prayers,
Diane and the hounds in VA
"Please don't forget to put my full name at the bottom and my email if someone wants to ask me about you. I went back and read my words again and there is no way that they can get across the miracles that you work with these precious innocent souls that need us so much. You are my hero and I intend to tell the world about you." ~ Diane Weatherford firstname.lastname@example.org
WAS SHE REALLY "OK" ABOUT IT?
My niece's dog Cocoa was put to sleep recently because of medical reasons and I asked Aunt Julie if Cocoa was angry at my niece? Aunt Julie told me Cocoa didn't like the twisting but she didn't have pain anymore and was glad.
What I didn't tell Aunt Julie was that Cocoa had twisted away when the nurse tried to give her the shot. And I also didn't tell her she was put to sleep. Aunt Julie was able to tell me things about Cocoa so I could relieve my niece of her anxiety. My niece was against putting Cocoa to sleep but it had to be done. I thank Aunt Julie for helping us.
- Lori in Florida
HEARING ABOUT THEIR PASSING CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!
Before we had our post-death communication with Pepper I was feeling sort of blah and missing her presence here in the house. But that eased somewhat as I learned how happy she was in her new state of being. As I was leaving the office this evening to come back to house I caught myself turning around to call to Pepper to come on... almost asked one of the remaining staff persons where she was and at that same moment remembered she wouldn't be following back to the house! So, as you know, there are always those moments of expecting them to be there and then the stab of "remembering" that always evokes some sadness. But knowing she came through the transition so happy on the other side always helps to ease the feelings of loss at this end. And, of course, there are so many here that require attention that it helps to keep one's mind in the present moment much of the time! I find myself thinking of her often and always in my mind I see her grinning at me in the way only Pepper could. So even through the occasional tears, I just have to smile too!
~ MB in VA
THE TOUGHEST TIME FOR ALL OF US
Losing a pet is - well, there are no words.
When it was time for my friend and peer Lois to help her 17 year old beloved sweetheart Beag along, I consulted with Beag to see what ideas, questions, fears and requests she had on the matter. She really liked this! I got an actual list of "specifics" from Beag and passed these along to Lois and her husband Bob. They had some feedback on this which I bounced off of Beag. All was worked out between them and the plan was set. When it was "time", Beag was quite ready, and Lois and Bob were as "ready" as any one of us can humanly be...
What Beag had to say about things after the fact:
I have checked on Beag and she is right now quite blissfully happy to not only have been reunited with special Max, but moreso that Mommy and Daddy handled things just as she wanted them to ~ she had special requests, and they respected how she felt, and the things they wanted, she respected. It could not have been handled better, she says. (!!!)
And they were brave and supportive and she is so proud of them. She is slightly amused by the idea that one might think it could only be the other way around!
She wants us to know that what happened at the vet's was not unpleasant and what fears she had were quickly seen to be not justified.
Her love and warmth is abounding and she is enjoying her new-found freedoms. She feels special, to have been the "darling little girl" of such special parents and says, THANK YOU, Mommy and Daddy, for letting me live and for giving me love and for helping me end that phase of my life comfortably - not all animals get to have such a special life.
What Lois and Bob had to say:
We are doing OK about Beag. We're at the point where we have accepted that she is no longer here in body, but is in spirit. And that we DID do the right thing for HER. So it doesn't hurt as bad as it did.
I don't know how to thank you.
IF IT HAS TO BE...
This one is a bit hard hitting. The part I wrote may also may come off as a bit emotionless...suffice it to say it was not, for me or anyone involved. I just have to be able to write what occurred...
Sometimes we know in advance when our pet is going to pass over, such as a terminal or severe illness, injury, or they are getting on in years and we wish to plan the event in advance. When a pet is Passed Over already, they can be contacted in order to reconnect. Sometimes they wish to come back as their owner's pet once again.
My day to day Consultations often encompass any one or more of these three scenarios, so I came up with the Preparatory and Post Passing Over Service to encompass the first two and the Transitional Service for the last.
Trish was already a client with her dogs Chatty and Chessy, two stunning Weimeraners somewhat on in years (14) and staring down a few choices in their lives. Though originally separately acquired, they considered themselves brother and sister, and were truly and deeply bonded. Mommy had some life changes to implement and really wanted to know how they felt about things, being circumstantially the primary decision-maker in their life. Part of the concerns included physical ailments issues and ultimately we sorted out their preferences in the matter of their future Passing Over. It was generally assumed that Chessy would pass on first, based on his deteriorated physical condition. It was possible that he could go at any time. If so, what would happen with Chatty? Should she go on to die a natural death, or be euthanised, or? What about vice versa? How would Mommy know the "right" time? All points were covered as thoroughly as we could, and agreements were finally comfortably made.
Time passed and then I heard from Trish again. Rather out of the blue, Chatty was not in good shape. The vet thought it was cancer; she did not have long to live. This changed things in a variety of ways and was a traumatic and scary turn of events. What to do?
Chatty was so weak she was out a lot of the time, was having a hard time walking and was indeed on a steady decline. She had a cracked front leg from the cancer already, and vomiting and diarrhea. She was on pain medication for her constant pain. Chessy himself had been ailing off and on for some time and had a life-threatening condtion as well.
So Trish had contacted me right away and we delved into sorting things out.
Suddenly the shoe was on the other foot for Chessy. If Chatty were to be put down, Chessy "had" to go. Hmmm. And when might this be? And how would it go? And were there alternatives? If Chatty went and he did not, his passing was inevitable (and probably imminent) from his age and ailments, but when? How would he make it without his beloved sister, especially all the time himself ailing?
Let alone how Mommy and Daddy would feel...
He, Chatty and Mommy all had their own points of view and concerns about these and many, many more facets of a complex picture. Emotions ran the full gamut. All were willing to have it either way for Chessy. In the course of sorting things out, Chatty said, <She is very very tired and queasy and the tiredness is deeper than the queasiness. The tiredness is a drugged feeling (like uncontrollable tiredness). All pervasive. Is looking forward to its relief/end. Is not scared. Kind of wishes it were already time as 'if this is it (concept: If this is what it's going to be being like from now on or primarily so), then let's just end it now'> Chessy knew he would continuously feel her around and then when he'd look for her, she wouldn't be "there" and would have a pitiful and mournful exisntence from that point on, a short life most likely, at that, with pain and ailing of his own. Trish would have his "life or death" continuously hanging over her head. The dogs were the final decision point and based on their input to Trish, it was finally genuinely agreed that they would indeed go together. We fully acknowledged Chessy for his bravery and love, and the two dogs had an even deeper and renewed sense of rapport. Trish wanted the vet to come to the house and do it outside on the chaise lounge by the pool. Her babies were agreeable to this and voiced how they would like it to be such as who was to be there with the vet (Mommy and Daddy only), Chatty wanted to make sure it was done while there was sunlight so that it wasn't "spooky" and wanted a toy there with her, a specific toy which we isolated based on her description. Chessy wanted a specific blanket. Chatty wanted all her toys thrown away unless, she volunteered, if Mommy wanted to keep one, she could, but to keep it up high in the closet. And yes, Chatty was to go first. She and her brother were to be touching - laying together side by side on the chair. Chessy was not that thrilled by that part as he was a bit more adverse to the "touching a dead body" angle of this than she (even if for only the time it would take for the vet to do him next), whose outlook was more When it's done and over with, the vet takes the bodies and that's that). Yet he knew that all discussions and plans aside, this was a scary thing for Chatty and his sister needed his support. It was to be done the way she needed and wanted...as long as he went right afterward, no delay. Then Mommy and Daddy were to go immediately into the house and not stand there looking at the bodies, and the vet was to take them, the toy and the blanket away.
And the two desired to come back into the Trish's household as puppies: brother and sister, medium size, a certain preferred description.
Trish had to coordinate with the vet to fit this unusual house call into his schedule, and there was always the nagging When is it right? - How would she know?
It was not to be premature. We made sure of that. We took apart every point and hit it from every angle.
Then based on appropriate factors, the correct day was determined. (NO, it was not "premature", trust me.) The vet was coming in an hour. Trish let me know that Daddy was going to take Chessy for a final walk. Chatty told me she wanted to go along but would forego this as she was not only very weak, this was also "his time with Daddy"; she dropped immediately so I didn't mention it. Chessy was tense but prepared.
I should also mention that in the course of things, Chessy had volunteered two things: <Chessy is very much in agreement with this and holding his head very up and brave on this. Says if it's time (concept now or quite imminent) then this is fine (means - is fine with him, for him as well). Says if he 'flexes a lot' meaning when it's time, if he pulls back, gets rigid, tries to fight it off a bit, resists the approach to the vet or the vet's approach to him), just make him do it, have Charlie make him do it but whoever physically forces him to do it MUST simply - force him to do it and not 'feel sorry for him' as IF this occurs, he is telling us 'loud and clear RIGHT NOW' that this is (would be, if it happened) a Physical, Body reaction against 'being killed' and that he, in fact is quite in agreement with things and actually looking forward to it being done and his being Free. Their being Free.> and, that if it did not work out that the two of them could fit on the lounge chair, he might simply touch her with his nose, and Mommy and Daddy were to know that if they saw this, it would be his way of ensuring that he touched his sister. She needed this support.
We decided that Trish would call me when it was done and we would continue on for the Post-Consultation.
I kept busy in order to keep myself "even". I in fact started looking around on the net for sources for boy and girl sibling puppies needing adoption in her area. And then at one point I knew...knew it had just happened. I tapped in a bit and Chatty was already inside the house, at the foot of the previously daunting staircase. She knew she could go "anywhere" but it had not quite hit her yet...she was viewing things as if still through a dog body's eyes. Things were a little odd. I took my attention off of them to let things run their course. All in good time.
Trish called. Skipping over what it was like for her, we proceeded with the Consultation including discussing how it had gone. All had been followed through, and interestingly enough:
1. When Daddy had taken Chessy for his walk, Chatty really did want to go along and so off they went, though she was so weak her legs collapsed. Sound tragic? Nope. Trish said she had the hugest grin on her face!
2. Chessy had shown a slight bit of a "shaking" reaction ...and...
3. When it turned out to be a bit unworkable for them to lie side by side on the chaise lounge chair, Chatty lay on it and Chessy was at the foot of it - but he still made sure he touched her beforehand....they touched noses.
(Yeah, I had the same reaction to that as you probably just did. Still do ~ Julie)
Mommy and Daddy went inside, the vet took the dogs' bodies, toy and blanket and left.
They talked about how it had gone, what was going on now, how they felt about it. We'll leave it at that. Suffice it to say all three were very brave and caring for each other.
Trish and I kept in frequent touch with each other via email and phone to get through this wrenching day; Chessy and Chatty were a contributive part in most of the conversations, giving input suggestions, new discoveries, emotions, cherished memories. Seeing about the new puppies was also one point of focus. The parameters broadened a bit and rat terriers seemed to come in rather strongly to me. I mean, I love them anyway, but when discussing what they might want, I seemed to be veering off in that direction and rat terriers were a point of "strong" interest for Chessy and Chatty who became enamored with the idea of it. Trish set about to find a brother and sister puppy rat terrier team for them right away! This was not the "Get another dog - it'll make you feel better!" nor was it the other "You should wait" (for whatever it is people are supposed to wait for). This was the correct approach for this team of three kindred spirits, and fortunately there were no hindrances in Trish's life making it unworkable to take on new pups.
Different ways to find the pups were discussed, and ultimately Trish set off to see what was available. Time went on...I was doing whatever, and suddenly got hit real hard and fast with Chatty. Trish called me shortly thereafter to report that she was at the pet store and Guess what this pet store had?? Yup - a female rat terrier puppy. She was the one. It was basically a done deal for Chatty; Chessy however was in the store looking on and a bit concerned but also having ideas that he might like to go off and be a human instead, following a different or higher calling. This was a genuine (and rare) interest, but I don't just let things go that easily if there's something not right: mixed in with his idea to go do this was the fact that while in the pet store, when he saw that there was only one puppy, and it was the female (for Chatty, as previously agreed), he decided he had "seen the writing on the wall" as the fact that there was only the sister (her brother had been sold already) seemed to be a "sign" that this "wasn't going to work out". I don't give up that easily. There is no "meant to be" in something one can control. We could see how things played out and Trish already had lines out to see if her new baby had another brother, or to find another male rat terrier puppy altogether. See, this scenario had also been worked out with Chessy and Chatty as being an option: they would as before be brother and sister regardless. Trish and I worked to keep Chessy bolstered and let him know in no uncertain terms that he was completely free to do whatever was best and right. He was still a little insecure about whether he was "wanted" now, so we let him know that he was truly always welcome in her home. Meanwhile Mommy was indeed going to pursue the baby boy with no delay.
Trish took her baby girl home and set about to get her settled in. One report (to give you an idea): <We did manage to get a gazillion toys which are proudly displayed all over the bed. She also now has 3 different outfits depending upon her mood. A red collar, tan leather collar or black harness as well as denim diapers (just in case)J>
The tears were there, but we also had some fun with what names the new puppy wanted versus what Trish liked; the focus was toys and crates, sleeping arrangements, and what Chessy was up to. He had attention on Daddy and was making sure he was OK, and was kind of in limbo being uncertain how things might go for him. Trish had no intention of reneging on finding him a boy puppy body; we kept in touch with him and kept him bolstered. Some uncertainties and insecurites were worked though and soon there was calm once again.
I got this email the next afternoon:<Tell Chessy – we are off to look at a little boy at 3 pm today. J>
Long story short, she is now the proud New Mommy of Sassy Girl and Boogie Boy, two live-wire rat terrier puppies. And she is NOT "in denial" and all that rot. She is NOT "forgetting" or "replacing" her Chatty and Chessy babies. Her grieving for them, as them, is very real, and her love for her new babies is also very real. She is doing great at the differentiation between the two and is also enjoying those familiar personalities shining through. We had also gone over how to handle certain transitional factors and Trish is a natural. It's proving out, too. Chatty is fully Sassy, knows who she was as Chatty and who she is as Sassy, and is making the transition quite well. She will forget, or she won't, but it's a safe environment there for her to develop into SASSY. She loves her perfect name. She is also very much into her "new brother"! She's his "big sister" and told us many times that she has every intention of driving him absolutely nuts. She's a total imp! - she's all over him - she loves Boogie Boy so much!
Although the two were playing away, Chessy had not yet taken over the Boogie Boy body. There were a few things to work out, which we did, and that's a whole other story which I will not go into here. He's doing fine and finding his land legs, as it were.
As soon as this was worked out, there was a very deep feeling of...well there are no words to express the depth of the love and calmness and security which were emanating from Chatty/Sassy - she was reunited with her brother - it really, really happened. It was settled. Next thing you know Trish told me how he plopped down, tuckered out by the events of the day, and Sassy was laying there with her paw on him.
Yeah, there's that emotion again.
And Trish had - has - her babies back with her once again.
Do you know how rare this is!?
Through this nightmare time and painful emotions she's held up like a champ. Her strength, honesty, openness, bravery and love have been an inspiration to me and have given her and her beloved babies a whole fresh, new life.
At some point in time when she's up to it, she's going to send me a write up for my site. Meanwhile I'm writing this up to share with others, with her permission.
HERE IS WHAT SHE LATER WROTE:
While there are obvious differences: Wiemeraner to Rat Terrier, their personalities are over all the same. Sassy (was Chatty) is laid back, confident and a bit prissy. Boogie Boy (was Chessy) is a handful of energy and very demanding of attention (same lack of confidence). Thank goodness he’s only 10 pounds instead of the former 100 pounds. Training these guys has been a breeze this time as I already knew their hot buttons and what paths not to go down. Even the formal trainers, who knew Chessy and Chatty, can’t believe the similarities in the dogs’ personalities and have told me how lucky I am not to have overly hyper Rat Terriers.
As you may recall, the day I had to put both wiemers down was horrible. We had been discussing this event for Chessy due to his heart murmur for about a month, when all of a sudden Chatty got bone cancer leaving me no options on timing or the dirty deed of putting both dogs down on the same day. Due to my back problems, you had mentioned Rat Terriers might be a perfect new breed for me. I hadn’t had a chance to investigate the breed yet, but felt a need to just hold a puppy on the day I put Chessy and Chatty down. There’s a little Pet Store a mile from me that only has a half a dozen pups at any given time … no way would they have a Rat Terrier on this fateful day, a breed I had never heard of – let alone seen. Life’s synchronicities took over and of course they had a female Rat Terrier. The moment I held her, there was no decision – I knew it was “Chatty” and meant to be.
Now Boogie/Chessy was a whole other story. Chessy was always a handful and really was more his Daddy’s dog than mine. Without my ex-husband, Charlie in the picture, did I want any reminders of a messy divorce and a past that I was trying to put behind me? Typical indecisive female – I had no clue and decided to see where the Gods led me. It took about a week to track down another Rat Terrier – male. Sassy was a standard and all I could find was a toy. Sassy was sweet and calm … then I saw this little peep-squeak bounding at me full force, jumping up into my lap and licking my face. I wanted a manageable life with no more drama! There was a second male pup that didn’t seem to be so “active” that was catching my eye… but then the breeder called the first one “Wiggle Butt”, an old Chessy endearment, and it was if someone upstairs was talking to me and my decision was made.
Yet there was another obstacle – a puppy soul had already inhabited Boogie’s body. (What the f***?) Now I believe in life after death and heaven, but this gets a bit weird for even metaphysical me. Both of my Rat Terrier pups were born BEFORE my wiemeraners died?! And now two souls were arguing over one pup’s body?! Scotty beam me outta here and I don’t give a rat’s ass where! And now, Julie what do you mean Chessy’s feelings are hurt because I can’t decide if I want him or not, and he’s gonna go become a human somewhere? The two souls as translated by Aunt Julie, discuss their options and make their decisions once I declare my love for Chessy. Too weird!
If I hadn’t seen the new pups with some of the same old habits (some peculiar to this new breed) – calmer disposition than typical of Rat Terriers, Boogie/Chessy’s being a total food hound close to taking off multiple fingers when treats are offered or crawling into the dishwasher for scraps as compared to Chatty/Sassy gingerly licking my hand until the treat is offered and/or being completely disinterested in my clearing the table and washing the dishes; Chessy/Boogie chasing birds and squirrels while Chatty/Sassy whines for little children and other dogs in the park, Chatty/Sassy being a nervous chewer and Chessy/Boogie a hoarder of toys. Chatty/Sassy doesn’t want to get her prissy paws wet and does her business on the patio while Cheesy/Boogie poops and pees in the grass. Chatty/Sassy lies in the sun and watches the world go by while Chessy/Boogie darts from one interesting thing to another never lying still until the long day’s end and he is forced to retire to his cage. Blah, blah, blah the list goes on. Yet there is one major difference. Chatty the female, was the alpha dog and this time round it is up for grabs. Boogie the (smaller toy) male seems to be vying for that top-dog position. However if my memory serves me correctly, a dozen years ago my meek mild yet confident female Chatty took over after a short time of surveying her territory. Time will tell. The main thing is both puppies come running with glee at the mere sight of their new mommy. My heart is full of love.
Anyway oddly Chatty had always been Mommy’s little girl (and still is in Sassy) but Boogie has squarely nibbled off a large section of my heart. It didn’t happen overnight, but six months later there’s no doubt I made the right decision to get both dogs. Unlike Chessy, Boogie never leaves my side and is a Momma’s boy! … just a bit more well behaved this time round.
COMFORT FOR HAMMY'S PASSING
My beloved Hammy passed away today.
It was unexpected on my part, and I was devastated. He was such a wonderful little guy, and he added so much to my life, that losing him was awful. Weekie, my bird, was the one who told me that Hammy passed away. Hammy was in a cage in another part of the house, when Weekie started shrieking in the most intense way. It's hard to describe....
it was so constant and so shrill that I knew he was trying to tell me something important. I just got this blast of feeling that something was wrong with Hammy, and when I ran to check on him, I found he had died. Thank Goodness I had Aunt Julie ~ I called her right away, and she was able to easily contact both Weekie and Hammy (his spirit). She was able to explain Weekie's upset, and what he was seeing and feeling, and she was able to talk to Hammy about what had happened and how he had died. I can't tell you how incredibly comforting it is to be able to still talk with someone and "hear their voice" after they have passed on. Wow.
We talked with Aunt Julie about Hammy's "next life" ~ where he might go and what he might do. We talked about practical matters, such as how Hammy wanted his body to be buried.
I'm still a little bit in shock about the whole thing that has just happened. It all happened so fast, and was so unexpected. If I had not known about Aunt Julie, I would have been beside myself with grief ~ There would be nothing I could do and nothing I could say to Hammy or any of my other pets about what happened. I would just have to live with unanswered questions, like "Did Hammy die peacefully?", "Did the other pets know he was gone?", "How would Hammy want to be buried?"
Having Aunt Julie to help me has made all the difference. I've always valued her friendship and caring, but never moreso than today ~ What a wonderful human being she is.....
~ Jackie ~
THIS BANDITO'S PASSED OVER BUT NOT GONE
I had never had a psychic reading of any type done before this. I was skeptical to say the least, a little curious, and careful of what I told Julie beforehand. If she was making this up, I would know it. I asked very specific questions of her to ask my family's beloved pet, Bandit. He had just recently passed over after almost 17 years of being a part of this family. I asked Julie to tape it so I could share with the rest of the family what had been said and also to see if Julie said something that could prove to be false.
I proceeded cautiously, gave the information Julie asked of me, and prepared for the reading.
To my surprise, Julie did almost all of the talking, she didn't prod me for information. My little Bandit was quite the chatty dog that day. Reading went on for 90 minutes. As she told me what Bandit was telling her, I could get a sense of Bandit's personality coming through. She described perfectly my favorite way of holding him and picking him up, his special relationship with my husband, his cause of death (a tumor in his stomach that grew rapidly, so his stomach looked like he had pups in there), specific things of wanting to be fat for us so there was more to love. One thing of particular interest was when she related a time he tried to eat the bowl after finishing the food in it. Honest, he did that. It was scraps of prime rib we brought home from a restaurant in a small styrofoam container. He ate most of the styrofoam container, because it was nowhere to be found. No one in the family had discarded it!!!! Bandit told Julie exactly where he was when he passed and there was no pain, even an approximate time of his passing. The reading was reassuring for both Bandit and I. He says he will stick around our home for awhile to make sure we will be OK without him and readjust. I asked Julie to check with Bandit to see if it is OK with him for me to post the Testimonial with his picture. Sure it was OK, because he knows how cute he is!! Julie also told of a fantasy Bandit would have of being a Bandito. I never told Julie this, but that was our favorite nickname for Bandit. Our little Bandito, who as a pup would finish pulling off your socks and run away with them. I highly recommend Julie to do a reading for you!!!
From a subsequent email...
I have adjusted to Bandit's passing to the point I can think of memories of him without getting depressed and tearful. His memories make me happy.
~ J W in NE
HER DOG FROM GERMANY 50 YEARS AGO NOW HER NEW CAT IN FLORIDA!
Please note that English is Anna's second language ~ Aunt Julie.
Aunt Julie helped me to get an old pet back, and here is my story:
A few months ago, at a visit from Aunt Julie for my cats (8, and I have my hands full with them) she spotted a being with us in the sitting room and it turned out to be my dog from 50 years ago. Yes, you read right, 50 years ago. I was about 11 when I lost my very beloved dog, a Chow-Chow. My mother had bought him, and officially he was the family dog, but somehow he and I were the closest. When he was about 3-4 years old, he got run over by a car. Needless to say, I was heartbroken.
His name was Olaf. So Aunt Julie converses with him, and he tells her he had visited me 3 or 4 times during the last decades, between lives he had. Mostly dog-lives, but even once a human. I sit there crying in memory and joy of course. What a thing to happen. And Yes, Olaf would like to come back as a pet to me, if I want him. And Aunt Julie says, he will be there awhile, as long as he knows I want him.
I had to think about this a bit, does he want to be a dog, cat, male, female? Didn't seem to matter to him much.
Anyhow, my cats didn't seem very excited to have a dog, but another kitten most didn't seem to mind. Some even were happy for me to have an old pal back.
I went with Aunt Julie over a procedure, of how we could get Olaf a body, and since I haven't the money for some purebred dog, or want to spend much money buying a pet, it seemed best to go to the Humane Society, who has all those animals in need of homes. And they are all spayed/neutered, and practically you pay them what a spaying/neutering would cost you anyhow.
So I went several times looking at dogs first, then cats. The dogs were all too big, or not just what I think the cats would like, so in the end it seemed best to settle for a cat.
Since my male cats (6 guys - 2 girls) are all a bit macho, I thought I better look for a female. I looked several times over a period of a few weeks, and each time I came home with 2 or 3 possibilities, and e-mailed Aunt Julie with a description.
She then checked with Olaf so he could check these possibilities. But he wasn't too impressed with what I came up. And I must say, nothing clicked with me either. But I kept looking to find the right cat/kitten for him.
And one day I saw a little kitten, Max, and when I asked Aunt Julie to see what Olaf thought about this one, Aunt Julie is so-to-say overseeing this, gives advice to me and what is happening, and this went awfully fast.
Next morning, the first thing, I speed up to the Humane Society, so nobody else would want to buy Max (alias Olaf). I bought Max. And when they took him out of his cage, I k n e w that that cat was not "feeling" like the cat I had seen the day before. It w a s all different. And that was Olaf.
If was very exciting to take him home. I put him first in the bathroom, snuggled with him, and he snuggled back. Was ready also to explore the house, but the other cats are awfully big and I didn't want him to get overwhelmed, so I actually handled him for a few days like I would have done introducing any new cat.
It's first, and still is a bit, a bit strange to have a cat, who looks and behaves so different that the dog I remember. In a way we have to get reintroduced.
But when all is quiet, and in the evenings, when Max (Olaf wouldn't have minded that I call him Olaf again, but Max was fine with him too) so when Max jumps up on my bed, he gives me a special look, that says: hello, I am happy to be back , and I know who is "talking".
Otherwise, he is just a kitten as all kittens. Curious, lively, a nuisance now and then, learning fast the good cat manners with other cats and so on. AND I am a very lucky new kitten-mom!!!!
~ Anna in FL
TWO TRANSITIONS BACK INTO SAME FAMILY!
I had my dog come back and my brother's dog come back to me. I have special circumstances because I already had so many dogs (6) when this process started (all but one added after both of the other dogs passed away). It's been a pleasure, but also a real challenge. They are most definitely different dogs. Every now and then I catch a glimpse of their old personalities, especially Toby (the one who was my brother's dog). As you know, in his previous life, Toby was not treated like a king. He was chained and left alone. He got fed most of the time, but if he missed a day "it was no big deal." So, Toby had tons of issues deep inside even when he transformed into another dog. Those issues have displayed themselves as aggressiveness and protection over food. Also, he would attack his brother if his brother was receiving any attention. Knowing his past has made it tons easier understanding his behavior. I know why he guards his food, etc. Over time, with unconditional love, those behaviors are beginning to subside. The pups are now 7 months old. However, it's important to always remember that even though they may carry some baggage, they are different dogs with different personalities and needed to be treated as such!
~ Linda K in TN
BALOO WALKED MOMMY AND DADDY THROUGH THIS TOUGH TIME...
Aunt Julie has been a Godsend for me this week. Knowing that I had a link to my Baloo as he passed over helped me to know that I was doing the right thing. I struggled for months about what the 'right' time would be, and without Julies' help, I don't know if I would have had the strength to let him go.
Baloo was such a wonderful and special cat. I needed to let him know how dearly I loved him and how much I had hated the medical problems we'd been enduring for the past few months. I was able to hear his side of things, know that he accepted what had been happening, and was actually grateful for the daily infusions I'd had to administer. He let me know that I COULD let him go and accept it, because He accepted it. Most important of all, I was able to let him know how much I loved him and would miss him. An enormous weight was lifted from my shoulders hearing that he always knew he was special to me, and had appreciated all that I had tried to do to keep him with me longer.
I am so grateful to Julie for helping me (and Baloo) through this. We are going to contact her again shortly to have him come back to the family in a new host. By then, I hope the pain of loss isn't as strong, and I'll be able to share more. In the meantime, if ANYONE wants information or has questions about MY experience, I am only too happy to talk about it one-on-one. I just can't convey it all here right now.
Thank you SO MUCH, Julie.
Aunt Julie's note: Robin and Baloo worked out that he would come back into her household as another kitten. All went without a hitch and then she sent this email:
I just wanted to touch base with you and let you know how Baloo/Begheera is doing.
I still miss My Baloo a lot, but am thoroughly enjoying Begheera! He's a treat to play with- completely spastic, impish, adorable, hysterical- you name it!!! And he's been fantastic with the boys! He plays for HOURS with Zachary, and seems to have the same affinity for the baby that Baloo did... he plays with him, but more important, SLEEPS with him anytime I'm in "MY CHAIR" the same way Baloo did! AND he sleeps with me EVERY single night!!!! I'm so happy to have Begheera here.
Thanks SO much for everything you've helped me with. I miss Baloo terribly, and still cry occasionally, but it's so wonderful to have this kitten here and know that he WANTED to come back to me in this way.
CLOSURE IS A VERY SPECIAL AND PERSONAL THING
A very heartfelt thank you for your services this afternoon. I feel as though a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders concerning the guilt with Annie. My wife was really touched by our Consult and we are both looking forward to contacting you again in a few weeks to check in on Annie. If you happen to talk with Annie again, please tell her, her Daddy feels much better after getting to talk with her. Again, thank you very much.
~ G & M B in OH
GRACIE HELPED PREPARE HER OWNER
This pet owner contacted me regarding her dog Gracie who was ailing from Cushings Disease. Gracie was already in pretty bad physical shape, and Helen wanted to talk to her to discuss a new medicine they wanted to try on her, as well as of course talk about other related issues and certainly anything else Gracie might want to say about anything. Gracie was composed and quite on top of things, discussed her concepts about the timing and circumstances her passing might entail and laid out how she would like things to go for her passing - and yes, she was also fine on trying this new medicine, too. As things turned out, she did take a turn for the worse and 3 days later was put to sleep.
Gracie and Helen's talk beforehand went a long way when it came to peace of mind, establishing where Gracie stood on things, Helen's knowing that she truly did all that she could, and I was quite impressed when I read what she wrote about the subsequent communication between them as the time drew near. Many (if not all) owners have such excellent communication with their pets; most do not see, acknowledge or trust that this is so. ~ Julie
Thank you so much for your email and for a wonderful conversation with Gracie Sunday evening. It seems she knew the time for passing over was much closer than I knew (or was willing to acknowledge). She had only two and a half days left before she said "enough is enough." No wonder she had so much to say! We talked for six hours yesterday and I cleared everything with her about what she wanted me to do. I didn't carry out all of her expressed wishes for the end time - mid-day was not a good time for all her loved ones to gather round. She was in such a hurry to get it over wirh that she said it was okay to be with just me and Doc. She also agreed that her ashes could be placed near the old oak tree when the ground is less frozen. Today, I'm reliving every minute of yesterday with her - not crying, just being close to her. I want to talk with her soon and will email you when I know it's time. Molly wants to talk, too.
Bless you for being such an accomplished facilitator! What a gift you have! Thank you, thank you, Julie, for sharing that gift with others!
You made her passing so much more bearable for me and so much easier for Gracie.
She was able to evoke my understanding about how aware she was of so many things and that she knew that her time here was limiited. She was an incredibly perceptive dog, She was always at my side (or my feet) no matter where I might be in the house. Always interested, always sharing her presence.
With love and gratitude,
~ Helen K in MD, March 2005
THE STORY OF PUNKIN, GOLDMAN & GARFIELD
I can't thank Julie Rich enough for the help she has given me and my cats, Punkin, Goldman, and Garfield. This testimonial covers several Consultations from April 2003 to 16 October 2003, almost six months. Apologies in advance for the length of it, but Julie did yeoman's work. She kept me and my little furry children sane through an absolutely insane and hurtful time. If some of what you are about to read seems too incredible to believe, I understand. I wouldn't have believed it myself if I had not gone through it. I want everybody to know that the level of selfless, compassionate service Julie provided to me and mine is something for which I am forever in her debt.
I contacted Julie because my 17 year old black tortoiseshell, Punkin, had been losing weight for many months due to an overactive thyroid. She fought taking her medicine very hard. It was necessary for her to have medication to stay alive. It was so traumatic for her with my trying to administer it to her that I stopped. I was distraught because it seemed to me that Punkin didn't want to live. I asked Aunt Julie to find out from Punkin if that were so.
It turned out that Punkin *did* want to die, and she told Aunt Julie why. She felt she had been abandoned by her "first" family, whom she had not gotten over losing more than ten years ago. She was upset because she had been fixed and was unable to have kittens, and it wasn't fair. She thought I was mean because I wouldn't fix her back! She had decided to be standoffish and reject my love and care because I wasn't the mother she wanted. I was a "stupid Mommy." Her best friend, my other cat named Garfield, had to be put to sleep, and after more than seven years she was still grieving and angry over losing him. She felt useless. She felt alone. She was angry at the other cat, Goldman, whom I acquired after Garfield was gone. She hated him and wanted *him* to be put to sleep! Ouch! This was one little furry bundle of issues!
Through Aunt Julie, I got Punkin to see that I did truly love her. I let Punkin know how I came to have her, and it amounted to a rescue mission from a bleak home environment that was going to end in a terminal trip to the pound. I told Punkin that when I heard about her living conditions, I demanded that she be given to me to keep, and she was. I apologized for her being sterilized, and had Aunt Julie explain that this happened way before I got her, and that there was really nothing Mommy could do to fix her back. I told her that she didn't need to feel bad that she wasn't a loving companion to me, since I got her hoping she would be a companion to Garfield. That she was! I let her know that she did her job very well, and if she wanted to consider herself retired, she could. I asked Aunt Julie to tell Punkin that I admired her for being her own person and maintaining her independence.
Aunt Julie also helped me explain to Punkin that my getting Goldman was an effort to get a companion for *her*. She went into a decline when Garfield died, and I thought I was going to lose her too. I let her know through Aunt Julie that Goldman wasn't there to take Garfield's place, no one could do that, and that I missed Garfield as much as she did.
Lastly, I asked Aunt Julie to let Punkin know that I still loved her, that I had always loved her, and I would take care of her no matter what happened or how she acted because I made a commitment to her. I said that she, Punkin, was mine, and if I had it to do all over again, I would still rescue her and I would still be her Mommy. I told her I was very sorry she had felt so bad and thought she wasn't wanted for so many years.
This was all very heavy going, but it was worth it. The difference that this open communication made in the relationship between Punkin and me, and Punkin and Goldman, was nothing short of a miracle. Punkin began slowly to solicit petting and attention. She got to where she would sit in my lap and relax and purr up a storm. She stopped fighting with Goldman. She allowed me to give her medicine, and the vet was pleased that she was doing so well. She let Aunt Julie know to let me know that she decided she didn't want to die, and that she wanted all three of us to be a real family. Happiness was the three of us snuggled up in bed together, something I had wanted but had despaired of ever achieving till I called Aunt Julie.
With all the newfound joy and affection between and among Punkin, Goldman, and myself, the issue of Punkin's illness was always lurking in the background. She was rather old as cats go, and had developed a heart murmur. Worse, the medicine she needed to correct her thyroid was trashing her liver and making her feel unwell. She asked Aunt Julie to ask me to stop the medicine. I knew if I did she would go the way of all flesh all the faster (there being no cure), and I asked Aunt Julie to make sure she understood that. Punkin did. Thanks to Aunt Julie, Punkin could know from one vet visit to the next what her status was, and have some say in the decisions I made affecting her. Punkin let me know that she wanted the medicine to stop and for all of us to just enjoy life with each other for whatever time she had left. Punkin expressed preferences for how she wanted her last moments to be handled, and let Aunt Julie know that she wanted me there to hold her for that last needle. Of course I agreed.
In July, Punkin had a genuine health crisis. I really thought I was going to lose her. She had infusions of electrolytes under the skin five days in a row to flush the toxins out of her system (her kidneys were failing). She was so traumatized by them that they seemed worse than the problem they were supposed to solve. She lay on the sofa crying, unable to move and with her eyes full of tears. I called Aunt Julie for an emergency consult. Aunt Julie relayed to me that Punkin really couldn't handle the infusions and would Mommy please, please not put her through any more of them? I asked Aunt Julie to tell her yes, they would stop, and Mommy would tell the vet. The next day when we went back to the vet, I told him no more infusions. I think Punkin was cheering. He understood perfectly that they were making her distressed and depressed, and agreed that since that was the case, to do more was counterproductive. I was to take her home and let her be, and let him know if there was any drastic change in her condition. Bloodwork done that day indicated that her condition was improved, and bloodwork a month later in August showed that her condition was almost unchanged. I heaved a sigh of relief. We all continued to cuddle each other and be with each other, and I was grateful for every day.
Still, nothing stays the same for long. I had noticed that in the later part of September, Punkin was losing weight again. She was active and appeared to be enjoying life, so I didn't call Aunt Julie until 1 October. By this time Punkin was slowing down, and was really thin. Aunt Julie relayed to me that Punkin loved to eat, but didn't find the dry food nourishing enough. She didn't want the canned food or the wet food, just denser dry food. I brought home two types of kitten food, and she nibbled at them. She seemed to regain some energy. I called Aunt Julie again on 6 October, and asked her to ask Punkin and Goldman if it was all right for me to leave them alone and go visit my parents for a day and a half. They told her to tell me yes, if someone would come in and check on them. Punkin said she felt fine and not to worry, but please have a human person check on them. I agreed to do this, and my neighbor lady came in and checked them the evening of 7 October.
When I got back on Wednesday, 8 October, Punkin and Goldman appeared to be doing well. Punkin was lively and even looked like she was gaining a little bit of weight. In retrospect, this was a rally. By Sunday, I sensed that Punkin wasn't eating. Even kitten food wasn't doing it. By Tuesday 14 October, I wondered if she had stopped drinking water. That night she cried and cried and cried. I called Aunt Julie in a panic. Aunt Julie conveyed to me that Punkin felt it was getting close to time, but that she wanted me to take her to the vet to find out how much longer she had left. Punkin knew she was dying. I took her to the vet Wednesday, and got a confirmation from another doctor in the practice. After she examined Punkin and recommended very kindly that it was time, she left us alone to decide what we would do. I say "we", because there was no way I was going to make the decision without Punkin's input. I was on the cell phone to Aunt Julie right there in the examining room, and Punkin could tell me through her that she wanted to go home one more time and see Goldman, and spend one more night with the two of us. Oh, and please make the appointment for the euthanasia at 10:00 AM! *That* she could handle! Another wonder: *Garfield*, my cat who had been put down in 1995, put in an appearance and had things he wanted to say to me through Aunt Julie. He said that he was going to be waiting for both me and Punkin when we got home, and that he would explain what was going to happen to Punkin to Goldman! I said that was great, I said to tell Punkin yes I would make her appointment as requested, and I rang off. When the vet came back into the room, I told her I wanted to take Punkin home for one more night. She approved, and then suggested that Punkin be given some fluids by IV so she would be more comfortable and not feel so thirsty. This was done in 10 minutes. I made Punkin's appointment for 10:00 AM on 16 October, and we went home.
Once home, I called Aunt Julie again. Aunt Julie told me that Garfield was indeed there, and being very nice to Punkin. Punkin said the IV fluids were a wonderful idea and she felt better, and this would make things easier, thank you Mommy! Punkin told Aunt Julie to let me know that this was going to be a terrible and wonderful night. Her last night. She and Goldman had things to discuss. Garfield weighed in and said he would be there to help. I was to understand that Punkin would cry out, being a cat, and I needed to be supportive. I was to give Punkin a little water myself from time to time because she would need it. We all discussed a few things about the euthanasia, did Punkin want a blanket (she said yes, and make sure Goldman gets it afterwards), and cremation. Through Aunt Julie, Punkin said I could even leave the room when the time came if I couldn't handle it. I said to tell Punkin I would be there till the end. Punkin also said that I should come in and touch her all over and look at her all over, because after tomorrow I would never be able to do it again.
It *was* a long night, none of us got a lot of sleep, but dawn finally came. Around 9:30 AM on 16 October, I called Aunt Julie for a last-minute sanity check. Punkin said through Aunt Julie that she wanted me to hug her and kiss her like I never had before, to hug her hard, even if it hurt her, and to kiss her all over her face and neck. Lots of kisses. Also that she was ready to go to the vet right NOW, and if she got upset, to help her through it. She wanted me to know she would be coming home with me, even though her body was staying behind. She would sit in the carrier like she always did. I told Aunt Julie that as soon as I rang off, I would do what Punkin asked, put her in the carrier and we would go. I did kiss Punkin, a lot. I hugged her like I never wanted to let go, and it felt good. Punkin didn't even cry out at being squeezed. Then we left for the vet's.
When we got there, we were shown into an examining room pretty quickly. I signed the consent papers. I took out Punkin's blanket, put it on the table, and took her out of her carrier. We had a few minutes to wait. She cried a little, and I held her. I must confess I wanted to cry also. The vet and his assistant came in. Punkin was resting on the blanket. I placed my hands on her head and shoulders, and told her Mommy was there. In a few seconds, with one last growl, Punkin was gone. The vet and I wrapped her spare little body in the big blue towel I had brought for that purpose. He took her body away and I was left with my thoughts. I put on my jacket, grabbed the blanket and the carrier, and said, "OK, let's go home!" I walked out, grief-stricken, wondering if she really was with me.
Back home, I sat for a few moments to catch my breath, cried hard for a few minutes, then picked up the phone to call Aunt Julie. Punkin, Goldman, and Garfield were all wanting to talk! Punkin let me know she had been so scared, so very, very scared. Mommy didn't even realize it! (True.) But it was over and she was fine. Goldman started swearing, finding it hard to believe that Punkin was out of her body and really, really gone, yet knowing it was so. Garfield said he was taking Goldman away to talk to him privately. Aunt Julie said this left me and Punkin. Did Punkin have anything she wanted to say?
Oh, man, did she ever!!! Punkin thanked me for all the things I had done for her, but especially for how I handled her final days and those last moments. She told me I was a warm, kind, beautiful person, a good person. She said I had set her free, and because I did, she could now move on to her new life without guilt or worry. In fact she was already out in Los Angeles! And what a life she had planned! I heard many details through Aunt Julie. She was going to take on human form and be human again! She was on her way!
It went a long way toward reconciling me to losing Punkin when I learned what she was going to be doing in her new existence. I laughed and cried at the same time. I asked Aunt Julie to make sure she knew I was OK with her going, and that it was OK that she had changed her mind about sticking around the house. She should go. You go, girl! I asked Aunt Julie to tell Punkin I was very proud. Then I learned through Aunt Julie that Punkin was taking Garfield with her, and he would be assuming a human form also! I laughed and cried some more. Garfield apologized to Goldman for not sticking around as he had originally planned. Then I, Goldman, Aunt Julie, and Garfield had the same thought at once: Well, it's just Mommy and Goldman now.
I asked Aunt Julie to let Goldman know that even though it was just myself and himself, we were still a family. He seemed happy with this, till he realized I would be going off to work tomorrow and he would be by himself. Goldman asked me to get him a little sister companion cat very soon, as in tomorrow! He had very specific requirements. I told him I would do my best. Aunt Julie said it was unusual to be bringing in another pet so soon. Goldman said out of respect for Punkin, we would not do it today! I said fine, getting teary-eyed and choked up for the millionth time since this all began back in April.
So it looks like I'll be getting another cat. I'm not worried; Aunt Julie will be there to help the newcomer acclimate to her new Mommy and big brother. She will help Goldman and me deal with the loss of our good friend. My cat family is diminished, but will grow in another direction. Julie Rich ably shepherded *all* of us, cats and human alike, through the steep mountain passes of death and life. She brought all of us out on the other side. Aunt Julie, on behalf of Punkin, Goldman, Garfield, and myself, our profoundest thanks.
Written 16 October 2003.
ASHLEY AND MOMMY RECONNECT!
I contacted Julie on the referral of a friend. I didn't really believe in the ability to communicate with a pet that had passed away, but I was so distraught over losing my basset hound Ashley that I couldn't get past it, I needed something to help me heal. I decided to open my mind and contact Julie and I'm so very glad that I did!
Ashley was only 13 weeks old when I became her mommy. She was a spunky little girl who soon became a social princess attending many basset rescue events with me and helping to raise funds for her homeless basset friends. She had a great sense of humor and loved everyone! She was truly my very best friend in the whole world. She was a very healthy dog, never any problems until September '01. She was 8-1/2 years old and I learned from what was to be a "typical" ultrasound that she had some very rare form of cancer that was going into a major artery, making surgery impossible. I was told there was nothing that can be done to help her and to enjoy her while I could, that she didn't have much time! My head was spinning out of control. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and I couldn't stop crying. My baby, how could this be happening? She was acting fine and completely healthy! I spent the next 3 weeks taking her to every specialist on the east coast I could find who would look at her, including one in NYC a week after the bombing of the Trade Center. Everyone I met with told me there was nothing they could do, the cancer was too aggressive and the tumor in the blood vessel made surgery impossible. Not giving up, I still had 3 other appointments for her when she passed away in my arms. She couldn't go on anymore and I knew that, so I tried to do what was best for her in the end.
I never realized that her death would hit me harder than I ever dreamed it would. It was truly the worst emotional pain I have gone through and was so afraid that she blamed me for not helping her get better. The guilt was awful, I didn't want her to think I gave up on her. I had also entered one of the most difficult times of my life right after her death and I was angry, angry at God, angry at the vets, at everyone because when I needed my best friend the most, she was taken from me. I thought I had prepared myself for the inevitable when she passed away, but I never imagined the pain and grief I would suffer daily.
Talking to Julie was like a breath of fresh air. She was extremely sensitive, sincere and understanding and took time to explain the process to me. She has helped me to heal and to deal with my grief and guilt over losing Ashley. She helped me to communicate with Ashley and to let Ashley know how much I loved and missed her and to ensure me that Ashley was happy where she was and loved me too.
It was more than that though. Julie was able to talk to Ashley and relay her messages to me, things that Ashley remembered. Remember I came into this process as a skeptic, a non-believer, and I was looking for a way to "KNOW" it was Ashley talking back. There were several messages that were sent by Ashley to Julie to let me know it was truly her. Ashley mentioned an event that happened one day while I was walking with her when a big black Rottweiler came after us; she also mentioned Ashley's "special chair"; her love to be the center of attention, the outfits that she wore, TWO "LABOR DAY TIME" picnics that we didn't go to when she got sick. Ashley wanted to know what happened, why we didn't go! BELIEVE me, there is no way that Julie could have known about this stuff, I didn't tell her. These messages came from Ashley to me to let me know it was really her and to turn me into a true believer. So my friends, Julie didn't just listen to me and counsel me, she truly gave me back a part of my life that was missing.
I can not begin to tell you what a relief that offered for me. It gave me some closure. I feel so much better having been able communicate with Ashley through Julie. She was truly a godsend for me. I no longer cry on a daily basis, I feel refreshed and complete again.
Thank you Julie for all you have given back to me.
KC ~ Flemington, NJ
PASSED OVER ~ CLOSURE ATTAINED!
Dear Aunt Julie,
Thank you so very much for your care and understanding of animals. I had just gotten a free puppy from a lady at work. It was white, fluffy, and furry, it was a 1 lb full-of-life bouncing teddy bear. What a personality it had at just 8 weeks old! I named him Valentino.
While I was at work, my roommate who was watching my dog left it unattended outside with the other dog, and we had a pool. An unfortunate accident...the bigger dog while playing with the little one knocked him in the pool. My roommate who had fallen asleep for 15 minutes woke up to my dead puppy in our pool. My roommate called me at work and told me. I was besides myself with grief and crying.
Aunt Julie was there to comfort me and to translate for me. She told me that my puppy was ok, and he knows it wasn’t anyone’s fault that he died, and he didn’t want me to be upset, and wanted to thank me for every thing I did for him and giving him a good home, and taking care of him. I knew he was there because I could feel his presence, but I needed Julie to translate. I felt much better after she did. The next day I got a communication from my puppy which was wonderful, and I was able to have closure about him and go on with my life.
I went out two days later and got another dog. I could create again on having a dog.
Thank you very much for your translation abilities Aunt Julie. I know others can experience the same or even better results from your help.
LLP - FL
ACROSS THE MILES...
Hello, my name is Megan and I live in Brisbane, Australia. Julie has been my pen friend now for a couple of years, but it's only been just recently that I have found out about her "Gift".
And it's truly a remarkable gift!
About 9 years ago I lost my beloved cat "Tuppence" whom I just adored. She was about 16 years old when she wondered away to die (as cats are prone to do). It was very sad & distressing for both myself and my family never having the chance to say goodbye. We couldn't even bury her, as we never located her body.
So when Julie told me about her ability to talk to animals, I quickly jumped at the chance to have her try and contact Tuppy. (Keep in mind that Julie has never seen a photo of her).
What happened next was amazing!
Julie wrote back and said that Tuppence had taken another form (male this time) and was fine, she (he) apologized for any distressed she (he) had caused & was happy I had Julie contact her (him). Julie went into great detail about her (his) experiences in its current and past forms. Julie also described in detail where it was now living and it's current body.
This got Julie & myself really curious as to what type of animal she (he) now was. So with a little research Julie located a picture of a Numbat, which she tells me is what she saw. I was stunned! The Numbat's makings and colorings are very similar to Tuppence's. From the dark stripes, white underbelly to the black lining around its eyes. I had heard of the Numbat before, but had never seen one as they live in the Western Australian scrub (a long way from home). She was so spot on. This wasn't just a coincidence…Julie really had contacted her.
I can't say enough good things about Julie and I really am very thankful for her friendship, concern and sensitivity. With her help, I feel that I have found the missing piece to the puzzle, and I can finally say goodbye to my one of my oldest & dearest friends, Tuppence.
A short while ago, I had the devastating experience of driving over a little tree rat who ran out into the street and under the wheels of my car. I quickly drove the few blocks to my house, picked up the phone and called Aunt Julie to come with me right away to where the animal lay. She was ready in an instant and we drove to the spot. There was the animal, his body very dead. I parked the car and Julie almost immediately spotted the animal's spirit hovering closely above the body. Julie asked him how he was doing. She got back a response of "OK, I guess. What just happened?" Julie answered and they "talked" via thoughts and pictures as he told her he had felt a moment of pain on impact but he was fine now. He wanted to know what he was supposed to do at this point. He also told her he thought he was smarter and quicker in playing the game with the car so he was surprised when the game was over so fast and he lost. Julie acknowledged this and told him he could pick up another body if he wanted to. He asked "what body" and told her he liked the idea of being a little animal again, but not wild this time. She put forth suggestions of a ferret or a hare and he immediately got excited at the idea of being a pet rabbit. "Where can I go so someone will adopt me?" Julie named a nearby pet store that she recalled had rabbits for sale. She told him the name and where it was located. He was so happy in his response, said "Thanks!" and zip, he was gone. I looked at Aunt Julie and said "Wow!" I felt the space where the rat's body lay was clean and free of grief or loss. He was really gone!
Thank you, Aunt Julie, for helping me through this incident and for raising the animal's awareness to where he could start a new life for himself.
FR - Clearwater
AN INCREDIBLE JOURNEY FOR ALL!
I lost my Australian Shepherd, Sophie, while she was on a walk with neighbors in a local regional park on a sunny afternoon. My neighbors called me two hours later, panicked, not able to find her. I quickly assembled a team of friends to help look and we spent that night- and the next six days - in the park every spare moment we could find. I made a decision that first night that I would take any suggestion anyone had about finding Sophie, no matter how silly or non-effective I thought it sounded. I visited every shelter in a 75-mile radius, posted signs, put ads in the newspapers and online, mailed posters to every animal business and organization within a 35-mile radius, engaged a pet detective - everything anyone came up with, I tried.
The next weekend, as I was posting signs in a neighborhood where someone had reported seeing a dog that looked like Sophie (but wasn't her), a woman pulled up in her car. "I'm so sorry about your dog," she said, "I have to ask you, have you thought about trying a pet psychic? I can give you the number of the woman who found my dog for me." She pointed in her back seat to Joe, a big lab who had gone missing a year earlier. I looked up, thanked God for yet another person who wanted to help me, and took the number and name she gave.
That night I had started to have this feeling that if I couldn't find Sophie, I should get another dog right away. I couldn't explain it, because there was no reason I should believe my dog was not going to come back. But still, I had this strong feeling - almost like a push. Get a new dog. Soon.
That psychic never answered my calls, but it put the gears in motion. Two days later I saw Julie's ad in a local online classified listing and decided to ask her for help. I never imagined what a journey I was starting.
Julie emailed me back, and asked me a few questions about Sophie - how old, where and when she was lost. I gave her what she needed and then she emailed me back-she had already contacted Sophie! But the news was bad. Sophie told Julie what had happened. She had died the day she was lost, falling down a ravine after slipping.
Julie let me know that Sophie was very upset, but more than anything she loved me so much, and missed me terribly. And then, she said Sophie wanted to come back to me, in the form of another dog. I cried when I read that last paragraph. I knew why I had felt that push - Sophie wanted to come back to me.
I read the rest of Julie's email. "Sophie wants to be a boy dog, and an Australian Shepherd again- she thinks it's a great breed-o-dog. She's showing me a pet store," said Julie, "and there's this puppy in there, in a plastic-sided travel kennel. He's an older puppy, maybe four months, and he's there because the person who had him can't take care of him anymore. The puppy has been having a hard time and he wants Sophie to come and sort of take over things for him. There's this woman - she's a little older - who's dressed like someone from New England. She's trying to place the puppy for the person who can't take care of him. It's in a little town - there are shops up and down the street, close together so that you can walk from store to store. And Sophie says it's near, or where you can get to - 'near where you can get to.' Maybe 2-3 miles. Sophie says hurry, Mommy."
The next day I woke up with a clear picture in my mind of the dog I would find. He was brown, with a little white, less furry than Sophie had been, and slimmer than she was through the chest. Julie said her mental picture was strikingly similar. I went to every pet store I could find. I went to all of the animal shelters and humane societies as well, and looked online for hours to see if I could find a dog that looked like my mental picture. I found nothing.
I emailed Julie, and cried as I typed. The pet stores here don't sell dogs - they offer adoption fairs for local shelters on the weekends. I didn't see a dog that looked like the right dog anywhere. I was convinced that I hadn't looked hard enough, and that I had let Sophie down. She wanted to come back to me so much, and I just couldn't find her. Julie reassured me. "Sophie's ok," she said, "She knows how hard you're looking."
I went back to Julie's original email and read it over and over again, until something began to click in my mind. What did Sophie mean by "near where you can get to?" What about the woman who was dressed in a "New England" style? What could that mean?
I am originally from Maine, and got Sophie from a breeder there. My mother lives very close to the breeder. My mother also lives in a town that has a street lined with small shops, where you can walk from shop to shop. I decided to call my mother and ask her to contact the breeder I had gotten Sophie from. Judi, the breeder, hadn't been breeding Aussies anymore when I talked to her three years ago. However, she frequently rescues animals, and I thought she might know of someone who was looking to place an Aussie. The next morning I also scanned Uncle Henry's Buy-Swap-Sell-the classified listing for Maine. It was the same magazine I had found Sophie listed in. My heart stopped when I saw the ad: "Australian Shepherds. Older pups. Four Males. Call Judi."
I called my mom. She hadn't been able to get Judi's number through information. I gave her the number from the ad and asked if she could see if it was the same woman. It was.
My mom was coming to see me the next day to help look for Sophie. The following morning before she went to the airport she stopped at the breeder's and took pictures of all four puppies. The next day we developed them. "The first three were ok," she said, "but you should have seen the fourth one. Oh! He was adorable, just so happy to meet me and rolling around and playing. Of the four, I liked that one the best."
I ended up getting Denny, the fourth puppy, three weeks later. He's brown, with a little white. He's slimmer through the chest than Sophie was. He had hookworm, and nearly died, which was why the breeder still had him at five months. The breeder was trying to place the other three males for a man who had bred them, then had a stroke before they were born. The breeder is seven miles from my mother's home-not exactly the 2-3 Julie mentioned, but pretty close. Because my mother could bring the pictures to me, and also ended up being instrumental in helping me choose a dog, it was good that I hurried to find him. If I had looked after my mother came I might not have been able to get pictures, and I would most certainly have missed my mother's opinion, which I valued.
In spite of all of this, I had moments of doubt. It's one thing to know something in your heart, and a different thing entirely to be grieving a loss so badly at the same time. On top of that, there's the look I expected my friends to give me when I told them that a pet psychic told me to get a new dog. (Mine were a lot more supportive and accepting than I expected - maybe it was my own hesitancy instead of theirs) I have to say that I warred with myself over and over. I don't blindly believe anything, ever, and I asked myself and God over and over if this was really the right thing to do. My dog - my closest relationship - had only been missing for a few weeks and here I was, thinking about getting a new one. But I'd told myself I would do whatever anyone suggested to find a new dog, and I forced myself to be open to the possibility that this could be my only means of finding Sophie. I also decided that to continue the other means of finding her that I already had in place. Finally, I decided that if I did find another dog, I would get him only if I felt it was the right thing for me to do - and only if he felt like the right dog for me.
I also checked with another pet psychic. I wanted a second opinion - if there was any chance my dog was still alive, I wanted to find her. The second psychic sighed when I finally talked to her. "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm seeing that your dog has died. She was spooked by something, and then she was running up a hill - some sort of a ravine. She slipped, and I see her falling. It was the fall that killed her."
There is no word in the English language for "lover-daughter." My relationship with Sophie was the most intimate non-sexual one I have ever had, and my world revolved around her like a parent's does. So far, Denny and I are still getting used to each other. I won't say he's Sophie all over again, because he's not - he will be his own individual dog-person.
But yesterday he ran off with my sock as I was getting dressed to go running. Sophie used to do that...
Thank you SO MUCH for everything. I can't tell you how amazing this has been. What a journey! :-)
This was a joy! This one was riddled with a series of bizarre "coincidences" beyond what's even written above, and for me the most unique part was that I actually got to experience with Sophie the moment when she decided to take over the new puppy body she had chosen - later acquired by Sophie's owner and named Denny. The sensations and new outlook was startling, and I learned first-hand the importance of letting a new baby be, well, that new baby.
I have since gotten to know Denny as Denny, and he's such a Good Boy! I'm "Aunt Julie" to this dog, too! The owner, who is very intuned to him herself, recently surprised me with this wonderful email: "I got home last night, Denny met me at the door and I got this full-force blast of 'I talked to Aunt Julie today!' Over and over! 'She's proud of me! She's says I'm doing really good!' He was so excited and proud of himself. So, once again, thank you."
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