posted August 16, 2004 10:36 PM         

Yes, of course that counts! I've tried that but it hasn't worked for me. I've also tried asking "do you want to go for a walk?" in my mind and I don't get any response. But if I start putting on my shoes, look out!

13 ~ there's a book called "Dogs That Know When Their Owners Are Coming Home" by Sheldrake, it's a very interesting book, you should get it!

posted January 31, 2008 11:56 PM         

This was I suppose a hereditary thing as my mother too was "in tune" with our family pets. She however was much more effected by it than I. Wildlife around her was an insane experience. She sometimes would be brought to tears by the things she heard (rather felt).

My first memory of hearing an animal was while I had just begun kindergarten at the age of 4 yrs old. I regularly heard my cat's thoughts and, I believe she mine. We would spend hours together playing in the garden or rocking gently in the hammock.

Hardly a moment went by when I didn't ask for her opinion on this or that situation. To adults it was even obvious that something clearly was out of norm, LOL.

One evening my cat "Snowflake" woke me from a deep sleep to tell me goodbye. She clearly wished for me to understand that while she would no longer be around me to see that she'd still be "with me". I had this heart wrenching pain deep within me and woke screaming in tears. "She's dead", "She's dead", "My kitty is dead!". My parents ran to my room to comfort my weary soul...
They assured me that it was just a terrible, terrible dream. That Snowflake really was ok, etc. After much calming, I did go back to sleep.

In the morning I woke and got ready for school all excited to see my friends and play with paints. With my little lunchbox in hand I exited my house happy as could be.

Snowflake all curled up on our front porch fast asleep... I reached down to pet and kiss her goodbye. Only to discover; She was stiff as a board!

I dropped my school things, lunch pail, and jaw... and screamed for what seemed like hours. In my mind that "dream" rushing through over and over in slow motion again.
Played again and again and again...

Needless to say, my mother kept me home from school that day. It took many days to come to terms with these terrible events within my mind. I was feeling guilt that I had not got up in the middle of the night to help her somehow. I was feeling ashamed that I hadn't said a proper goodbye. I was feeling angry that someone did this to her (turns out that she died having been poisoned by something) likely drinking someones anti-freeze or something or other. The list goes on. But "WE" she and I had a special connection for sure... we had spoke many times before at an intimate level. I was lost without her. She was my very best friend.

posted February 07, 2008 09:21 AM         

He was my life. we were obsessed with each other and loved each other like crazy. He lived to be 16 years old.

I'll never forget the day I came back from the vet after they ended his suffering. I walked through the streets crying black tears because of my mascara. I was in despair and in shock.

Even after he died he visited me.

We had a psychic bond. There's no way he wouldn't have visited me. I was his mommy. It was the most spiritual experience I had ever had. he jumped on my bed and cuddled next to me.

I'll see my poodle baby again.

I stayed with him when they gave him the injection and after.

I felt his heart stop beating immediately.

I held him in my arms the whole time. I have his ashes and I saved locks of his poodle curls.