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I have just recently given a lecture on Animal Wisdom and Communication and as I mentioned that animals are our teachers, I wondered just how much we really acknowledge that statement. Besides the obvious reason of teaching us unconditional love, how do animals become our teachers? Everybody who knows me, knows that I like to use personal experiences to help gain insight. So, buckle up and join me on my personal journey with the most amazing teachers that I have been blessed to have in my space....

katie_2.jpgI personally began my healing journey with a dog named Katie. Actually, this is not entirely true, as I have been connected to animals from a very young age. We always had a dog, but my Mother couldn’t bear cats near her and of course, I would find stray cats everywhere. Ringworm and I were constant companions, much to my Mother’s chagrin. I could not ignore an animal. The interesting thing was that no matter how much my Mother would try to warn me against strange dogs in particular, I had no fear and consequently, never got bitten. As I grew up, other things started to occupy my life and slowly, but surely, the connection between the animals and myself became a thing of the past, relegated to childhood stuff, that is, until Katie took charge. When my husband, John and I got married, Katie came aboard for the ride. She was a three-year old Bearded Collie that belonged to my husband. Eleven years later, she was really doddery, shaky on her legs and her eyes became milky white with the cataracts.  Then one day, I came home to find her keeling over on the patio, unable to keep her balance. She had covered the patio with her saliva and without thinking; I picked her up in my arms and carried her into the vet. I told him that she had suffered a stroke and that she was to be put down rather than suffer. My diagnosis was spot on, but fortunately, the vet said that he would put her under observation before we make the decision to euthanize her. She hung in there and when she came home, something within me seemed to wake up and I began to spend time with her applying my healing knowledge. She responded amazingly well. The shakiness stopped, her eyes cleared and she seemed to become like a puppy again. From then on, whenever she needed energy healing, she would let me know and she lived for another three healthy years. We communicated silently and it seemed so natural that I did not think much about it. She even let me know when it was time for her to leave. I am so grateful to her for making me remember that we are more than we think we are and I know that this was her gift to me. She would only go once she knew I “had it”.

If Katie reminded me of my abilities, Tasha taught me when to stop. Many healers have the idea that tasha_2.jpgthey need to "fix" others and they take it personally if the client hasn't healed. Tasha made sure that I would not fall into this trap. Tasha came into my life when I was single and completely self-absorbed. I was free and financially secure. I had just bought my own townhouse and was rather "put-out" when a friend phoned me and told me that they had rescued two tiny kittens from a farm. She informed me that if I did not take the third kitten that was still on the farm with her mother, the farmer was going to drown her. I couldn't let that happen, so I became the "not so excited" owner of a kitten I hadn't even clapped eyes on. When I did see her, I melted. She was the tiniest scrap of life I had ever seen. I immediately put her under my collar and she stayed there most of the time. We became inseperable, so much so, that to this day, I refer to Tasha as my 'First Born'. 

Tasha developed cataracts on her eyes from a very early age as a result of a car running over her. The specialists felt that the shock to her body caused the cataracts to grow. They eventually removed her right eye and a few years later, the retina in her left eye pulled away. Somehow, this did not stop her. The lesson here that she taught me was that no matter how the odds seemed stacked against you, you can still do whatever you really want to. She still played with Camelman, chasing him in the garden even though she would run full tilt into a tree. And amazingly enough, she still caught birds and lizards and leave these gifts for me, ensuring that I had 'enough to eat'.

When she started to go downhill, she would not let me do any energy healing work on her. Whenever I tried to send her healing, she would walk away. I could not even put a crystal down near her. The message was clear: "As much as I love you, if you so much as try any healing, I will not accept it. This is my journey and it is nearly over. There is a time for everything and this is my time to leave." I know that she even planned when to say goodbye. I was coming home from dropping the children at school. John was at work. It was just the animals and myself. She waited for me on the path to the front door. As I walked up to her, she lay down in front of me and I just knew. "It's time, isn't it Old Girl?" She started to purr. I picked her up and carried her to the car and drove to the vet with her on my lap. She purred the whole way. I held her and loved her the whole way through the procedure. She made sure that we had a little time on our own together and for that I am grateful. She taught me when to back off, and if it seems that the healing work hasn't helped, it has, but in a different form and I don't need to know the reasons.

rosie2.jpgRosie was a Bearded Collie that we bought when our son, Devlin was just over a year old. They bonded beautifully. So much so, that Devlin must have thought himself to be a dog and Rosie thought she was a person. Devlin would lie on the grass and scratch his back, while Rosie would grab his pushing toy and push it all over the garden. No matter how old she got, she remained child-like. She wore out several of the push toys and eventually, we had to take them away from her, because she was becoming too old. Her lesson is to remain childlike, no matter how old you get. Her youthful essence was so strong, that she never looked like an old dog. Her tail never stopped wagging. At the end she got quite ill and I had taken her to the Vet. He kept her overnight for observation, but the following day he informed me that it would be best to euthanize her. This time, my children came with me and when we saw her in the courtyard she looked so pathetic and forlorn. But she hung in there and when they brought her in, that tail began to wag. She had been waiting for us to say goodbye.

 camelman_2.jpgCamelman is the last of our Bearded Collies. He is a majestic male that is just a total love machine. When I got this last Animal Wisdom and Communication class to connect to his essence, that phrase come up in the lecture. He is a love machine. This dog literally hugs you. This gentle giant stands on his hind legs with his front paws around you, puts his head on your shoulder and you have no option but to put your arms around his neck and hug him back. He groans with love.

He is also always available for a game. When you walk out, he will run for a ball and look hopefully at you to see if you will join in. No matter what the time of day, he always has time for a game. If you don't join in, he doesn't sulk. He just lies in a cool spot with the ball in his mouth, on the ready, just in case you change your mind. He is the eptimome of good manners and he constantly reminds us not to take ourselves so seriously. He teaches me that you need to take time out of your schedule to have fun. Don't wait to have fun after you got that promotion or when you have paid off the bond. Schedule the fun in, because before you know it, time has slipped away and the chances of fun have dimmed.

deejay_and_jasper_2.jpgThe newest additions to our family are two cats and a puppy I rescued from a township. The cats have been a part of our family for three years now and the pup is just over a year old. So far, the cats have taught me one thing. Although they belong to the cat family, their breeds are different and they are so different in nature because of this. The Chinchilla, DeeJay, is soft, gentle and quite docile. The Turkish Van, Jasper Carrot, walks on the wild side, is adventurous and rough in his love. Both breeders were reluctant when they realised that we wanted to have these cats together. They thought that the Turkish Van would tear the Chinchilla apart. The truth is, these cats adore each other and are inseperable. Now, how come animals can reach a place where each is respected and loved and we as humans struggle with this concept?



Storm, the puppy I bought from a man with dreadlocks and wild eyes one late afternoon in peak hour traffic, is just on a year old. Time will tell what wisdom he will bring into my life. But what I know for sure right now, is that he adores me and I feel an incredible protective energy emenating from him. I look forward to all the lessons this adorable, pavement special has in store for me.

So, if you haven't thought of your animals in this way, look at them with fresh eyes. Take into your heart the lessons and love they so generously give us, enriching our lives as only they can...........

With love


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