Sacred Journey . . . Returning to Spirit.

Death is not an ending,

but another beginning.

Alter for Sakhara and Violet's spiritual journey.

Alter for Sakhara’s and Violet’s spiritual journey.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

With both Violet and Sakhara ready to leave their bodies at the same time, I was very grateful that Dr. Amy Matthews of Frontier Wellness agreed to come to my home for this sacred event.

I spent the day preparing everything.

I opened a vortex to the higher realms, grounded it into the Earth, expanded it to include our entire property, and spun it up to just below the speed of light.

I called in many powerful and loving beings:  Mother Earth, Father Sun, the Overlighting Deva of my property, the Spirits of the Four Directions, My I Am Presence, the I Am’s of all four of my cats; the spirit guides of Violet and Sakhara, Ascended Masters with whom I have a connections, and Echo.

I requested that my energy bodies and those of all the cats be cleared, and that Sakhara and Violet bodies be especially prepared to allow them an easy and comfortable exit.

I created an alter that included photos of Violet and Sakhara, crystals, tea roses for each cat, candles, and incense.

I straightened up the house a bit so that the space would be in the best possible condition to support their sacred passage.

It isn’t easy to help our animals leave, and sometimes animals do want to move out on their own.  For these two, assistance was requested.

Photo of Sakhara.

Sakhara had been asking to go for a number of weeks, but I delayed to be sure that she wasn’t just emotionally depressed.

I could feel that her body was breaking down now, and still she was fully present.  It was clear that she needed help.  When I made the appointment with Amy, it was only for Sakhara.

By the next day, I sensed that Violet, too, was ready.

In Memoriam, Violet

When Amy arrived, we sat and talked for a few minutes.  I explained that I felt Violet had decided it was her time to depart, too.

Dr. Matthews is very tuned into animals, quite telepathic, and she soon sensed for herself that both cats were ready to leave.

EUTHANASIA

Sakhara wanted to be first.  I asked if she still wanted to do this.  “Yes.” Sakhara said emphatically.

We all three sat on Wee Wee pads I had placed on the carpet in front of the alter.  Sakhara was in my arms and Amy began to explain to Sakhara how we would proceed.

Melissa, our youngest.

Melissa, our youngest.

We were immediately interrupted by Melissa, who always wants to be the center of attention and who, despite my best efforts, still had unresolved issues with Sakhara.  That was my signal to remove her from the room.

I gave Sakhara to Amy, and picked Melissa up.  As I walked down the hall, I told her why she had to be in another room at this time.  I placed her gently there and shut the door.  I fully expected her to protest loudly and long about this, but she settled down within a minute and remained quiet throughout the euthanasia process.

Now with Sakhara again in my arms, Violet in her window seat, and Starlight wandering about, Amy injected the drug.  We had tried to give a tranquilizer first, but Sakhara refused to present a vein.  So she received the euthanasia meds which also contained a tranquilizer.

Sakhara relaxed into my arms and we all quietly waited for her to move out of her body.  It seemed to be taking a long time.  Amy and I both checked her energy several times, and found she was still very strongly present.

Finally Amy suggested we ask for help from the spirit beings I had invited.

Quan Yin stepped forward and scooped Sakhara’s spirit into her arms.  With Amy and me energetically holding the space, Sakhara’s spirit moved completely out of her physical body.

When it was clear that Sakhara had gone, we closed her eyes.  Amy took her body from me.  She placed it gently on a towel and curled it up into a comfortable position, as if Sakara were asleep.

After a few deep breaths and a glass of water each to refresh ourselves, it was Violet’s turn.

I looked at Violet.

“Ready?”  I asked her.

“Yes, definitely,” she replied.

I lifted up Violet’s very frail body.  She had stopped eating the previous day and had drunk no water this day.  I had given her electrolytes and water by dropper a number of times so that her mind would be clear enough to make the decision.

She was still somewhat dehydrated, yet her mind was very clear.

So I sat on the floor again and held her in my lap.  I checked her auric field, and she was already expanded more than 2 feet out from her body.   She was in the process of departure, yet she wanted our help.

After the injection, Violet left very quickly.  Amy took her body and placed it gently on another towel.

STARLIGHT AND MELISSA SAY GOODBYE

Starlight

Starlight

Starlight had been sitting in the cat tree behind me throughout the euthanasia process.   Now she got up and went to each body, sniffed each one, and then walked away.  I could feel her sadness and her acceptance that they were both gone.

Then I went to the room where I had left Melissa.  She was sitting quietly.  I invited her to join us.

Sakhara’s body was close to the hall down which Melissa had to come to enter the living room.  Amy and I watched her as she sniffed Sakhara body and then struck at it with her paw.  She left it, and then came back and hit it twice more.  Finally, she walked away and didn’t look back.

There was some terrible and very old karma between Sakhara and Melissa that Amy and I both knew about.  Amy felt that this was Melissa’s way of letting go of some of what remained of her very old and deep anger towards Sakhara.  So we let her strike the body as many times as she wanted.  Since then, Melissa has felt free to be “Top Cat” at last.

Melissa walked over to see Violet’s body.  She sniffed it, and I could feel her energy shift.  There was some real grief there.

PREPARING THE BODIES FOR BURIAL

When both the young cats were finished, I got some plastic bags that I had set aside for the bodies.  Each body was gently laid into a bag and twist-tied off.

I checked to make sure that their consciousness had gone sufficiently that it would be OK to place them in the basement freezer.

For the next few days, I burned candles and incense on the alter until it felt that the ceremony was complete.

OM, SHANTI.  SHANTI.  SHANTI.

PEACE.  PEACE.  PEACE.

inner peace

Everything and everyone felt very peaceful.  I felt completely at peace within myself, and the house also felt peaceful.  Starlight and Melissa were very quiet for an entire week.

The energies of the house kept shifting around.  The spaces that Violet and Sakhara had previously filled so beautifully were now being integrated in a new way.

Starlight, Melissa, and I spent a great deal of quiet time together, and I slept quite a bit.  I hadn’t realized how stressed and exhausted I had become caring for the two elder cats who no longer needed all that energy and attention.

It was time for them to go and to be at peace, and peace is what we all received.

BURIAL

On Saturday, July 15, two days after the euthanasia ceremony, my friendly contractor, Dave, came over and dug a grave for Violet’s and Sakhara’s bodies to share.  It felt right for the bodies to be together.

Dave told me he has 14 cat graves at his home — cats belonging to everyone in his family.  So he felt very comfortable acting as undertaker for Violet’s and Sakhara’s remains.

While he dug the hole, I brought up the bodies from the basement freezer and unwrapped them.  Although their bodies were completely frozen, their fur still felt soft and silky.  It felt strange to be able to stroke their bodies and feel how soft their fur was.

Dave took some ferns growing in my yard and made a bed with them inside the hole he had dug. He placed the bodies on the ferns.  He handed me two flowers he had picked, a lily and a wild rhododenron, which I placed on their bodies inside the grave.

Then Dave said, “I don’t like throwing dirt in their faces.”  So I put one of the plastic bags on top of their heads, and Dave filled in the grave.

GRIEVING AND HEALING

Things are quiet here, now, and I feel a great sense of relief.  There had been so much chaos while I did my best to care for Violet and Sakhara’s elder needs and the needs of two young, healthy, energetic cats all at the same time.

Starlight and Melissa

Starlight and Melissa

The entire household has shifted into a higher, lighter vibration.   Their passage into spirit opened a much needed space for new things to enter.  It’s ironic, but the car I was seeking to buy showed up immediately after they decided to transition.

So all is well as Starlight, Melissa, and I grieve and reorganize our energies into a new, dynamic family pattern, letting go of the past, and being fully present in each “now” moment.

PERFECTION

There is a beautiful Sanskrit prayer that I love very much.
It’s a great teaching, and I always remember it when challenges appear.

Om.  Pernamadah, purnamidam.
Pernat purnamadacyate.
Purnasya purnamadaya
Purnamevavsisyate.
Om Shanti, Shanti Shanti.

Om.  That is perfect.  This is perfect.
From the perfect springs the perfect.
If the perfect is taken from the perfect,

the perfect remains.
Om.  Peace.  Peace. Peace.

My dear friends are flying free, now.  They are both in healing spaces and I haven’t heard from either of them.  That’s perfect, too.

In Memoriam: Violet

In Memoriam, Violet

A CAT FOR ALL SEASONS

Violet reincarnated to be with me for 4 lifetimes.  At the close of this life, I want to honor all 4 incarnations of this amazing being.

If you’re not sure you believe in reincarnation, this memorial might give you some food for thought.

FIRST LIFETIME

In her first life with me, Violet was a black and white male cat my sisters and I named Felix, after the cartoon character.  It was a short life, and that’s all I remember about it.  We had many cats, all of whom lived outside with shelter in the garage.

SECOND LIFETIME

In her second life with me, Violet was a muted tortoiseshell named Sappho.  She was very Siamese-like, with larger ears and a dominant attitude.  We were very, very close.

She was born in Maine at one of my sister’s homes and we bonded on the long car trip home.

We were together for 7 years until my life took me away to find out who I was.  Sappho went to live with someone else.  She left her body soon after.

THIRD LIFETIME — A POWERFUL REUNION

Violet in her 3rd lifetime.

Violet sitting on the back stoop.  She was terribly cross-eyed, but still gorgeous.

In her third life with me, Violet came as a blue point Siamese rescued from the streets.  She was nearly half starved.  When I got her home, she settled onto my heart center, and I instantly recognized her as having been Sappho.

Violet was terrified of going out on the stoop, so one day I carried her outside.  Her fear and panic were palpable.  This is how I learned that she had been picked up and put outside and abandoned.

So the healing began around that, too.  Soon she felt comfortable sitting on the back stoop, where I would sit with her so she never felt abandoned.

Violet assigned herself the role of my personal supervisor, whether I wanted one or not.

If I was sick, she would never leave my side.  If I got out of bed for tea or soup, she would run up and down the stairs demanding vocally and telepathically that I “get back in that bed so I can heal you.”

Unfortunately, Violet never fully recovered from the stress and damage she had gone through on the streets.  She also had powerful emotional debris around my leaving her and keeping Echo, my Arabian horse, who had been with me during Violet’s previous life with me.

Echo was still with me when Violet came back, and Violet’s jealousy was intense.  When Echo was euthanized in 1998, Violet announced, “I’m in charge of your life now.

Three days later, Echo visited in spirit and Violet, mortified, became seriously ill.  I nursed her diligently for 10 months, but she wasn’t strong enough to recover.  She had been with me only 4 and a half years.  Her jealously had turned into leukemia.

FOURTH, MOST RECENT LIFETIME

Violet as a kitten.

Violet “walked in”  to become a Siamese kitten again.

Five days after being euthanized in August, 1999, Violet showed up in spirit and began demanding that we plan her return together.  She insisted on coming back through a Siamese cattery.  She completely orchestrated her return as a female, Siamese Blue Point kitten.

The week I expected her to be born, she “walked in” to the body of an 8-week old female and began screaming at the humans who were considering her for another family.  The previous personality had been very demure, so the sudden change in behavior got the attention of the breeder at Reprise Siamese.  They called and asked me to speak with the upset baby.

As soon as I connected with the kitten, I heard:

VIOLET:  “Where are you?  Come get me!  They want to give me to someone else.”

NEDDA:  “Calm down Violet.  You’ve made your point.  I’ll come get you in a few days.”

I was late arriving to pick up Violet, who sat by the front door of the cattery the entire morning waiting for me.  The breeder said she would stand up on her tiny legs and try to look out through the screen door.  When I came in the house, she took off running through the cattery crying, “She’s here!  She’s here!”

When we got home, Violet stepped out of the cat carrier as though she had just been away for a short car trip.  She recognized where she was immediately.  She took over the house as if she had never left.  She knew where the food was, where the litter box was, and despite being very tiny, made it up the stairs to claim her place in “her” bed where she allowed me sleep.

Sakhara was here to greet Violet that first day.  Sakhara took one look at her as she emerged from the cat carrier, and said, “You need a bath,” whereupon a protesting kitten was thoroughly washed.

Thus began the nearly 18 years of Violet’s fourth lifetime with me.

— SANDY

Sandy, the male kitten Violet rejected.

Sandy, about 10 months old when I caught him.

Violet never wanted another cat in my life.  I was grateful she had allowed Sakhara to come.  We had discussed this while Violet was still in spirit, and she had given permission for me to bring Sakhara home.

In 2004, I used a Have-a-Heart trap to catch a young, grey tiger, male I named Sandy.  He had been abandoned in the neighborhood, and I had been feeding him and other feral cats in the back yard.

Violet was furious and insanely jealous.  She attacked Sandy constantly as I tried to integrate him, and I found the tip of his tail bleeding several times.

Then, Violet stopped eating.  She was fretting, running up and down the stairs, and losing weight.  So I gave up any attempts to integrate Sandy, and found him another home.

— STARLIGHT ARRIVES

After Violet’s intense reaction to Sandy, you can imagine my concerns when Echo announced in 2012 that she was coming back to me as a kitten.

Would Violet welcome Echo back in any form?

Could they learn to live together?

Violet, Sakhara, and Starlight in window seat.

Violet, Sakhara, and Starlight in window seat.

Fortunately for all of us, Violet agreed that Starlight could come.  She and Sakhara had actual meetings about it.  I walked into a room one day where the two of them were “in conference” about the kitten who would soon arrive.  They shooed me out, as this was “private.”

The two adult cats decided that Violet would take the lead in integrating Starlight and teaching her “how to be a cat.”  Starlight immediately fell in love with Violet and totally acquiesced to Violet’s authority.  This made it easy for Violet to accept her.

Starlight says:

I love Violet.  She was a wonderful teacher.  I think she was mystified because I always wanted to play and she was so serious, but she was also very patient with me, and very loving, too.

Violet gave me a lot of rules of follow, but then her heart softened and she forgave Echo.  Once that happened, she was more generous about allowing me to do things, like sit in Nedda’s lap in the living room to be brushed.

I miss Violet very much and hope to speak with her soon.

— TIME TO SAY GOODBYE

And now it’s time to say goodbye to Violet yet again.  Not easy to do at all.

Violet in 2015

Violet in 2015.

Violet was named for the Violet Flame or Violet Ray which is guarded by Ascended Master St. Germain.  She is a very advanced healer, which she demonstrated many times both in caring for me and others, and helping me do healings for clients.

If I hadn’t been telepathic with animals, I never would have known Violet’s sense of humor.  Her wise cracks and cryptic remarks often caused me to burst with peals of laughter.

For example,

I’m taking a bath.  The bathroom is located off a hall that goes between 2 bedrooms.  Violet is going up and back between the two rooms calling for me.

The door to the bathroom is open, so I can see and hear Violet as she goes by.

NEDDA:  “Violet, what are you doing?”

VIOLET:  “I’m playing hide and seek.”

NEDDA:  “Who are you playing with?”

VIOLET:  “You.”

NEDDA:  “Violet, you know I’m in the bathtub.”

VIOLET:  “Yes, but I don’t like getting wet, so I’m looking for you out here.”

There’s no question in my mind that Violet is a strong minded, strong willed soul who insisted on doing things her own way.  Sakhara often sat back and watched us argue about things, refusing to get involved.

She smashed a lovely 14″ porcelain statue of Quan Yin because I wasn’t paying attention to her despite her demands for me to leave the computer.

She bit both ears of a lovely statue of the Egyption cat goddess, Bast.

Violet loved to sit in my lap, to constantly touch me, and be close.  She was very good at claiming me.  Violet had a great deal of tenacity, and what she wanted, she usually got because she never, ever gave up.

Sakhara, being an expert mother cat, allowed Violet to do whatever she wanted.  This contributed to Sakhara not having much cuddling for herself.

It took both Sakhara and me to raise Violet, who was very active.  As my “Supervisor” she went everywhere I went in the house.  When repairmen came she would inspect them, their tools, and everything they did.  It all had to meet with her approval.

As a kitten, Violet would wrestle with Sakhara, who was a much larger cat than a Siamese.

“Moma” Sakhara would hold Violet down, being the adult, and Violet would scream as though she were being murdered.  As soon as she got free, she would jump on Sakhara’s head as if nothing had happened.

I asked her about this one day, and she said, “My scream is like the sounds made in Karote, the equivalent of ‘Hai Yah!'”  I had to laugh.  It sounded nothing like that to my human ears, but what did I know?

— THE END TIMES

For the last 3 years of her life, Violet was in renal failure.  I managed her health with lots of love, a natural electrolyte mix, and various other holistic remedies.  In addition, she had chiropratic whenever she needed it.

Because of a bad reaction to a rabies vaccine when Violet was about 4 years old, she was chronically constipated her whole life.  This got worse with the kidney failure, and in the last few months made things very uncomfortable for her.  While I never gave up trying to find a solution to all this, time wore her body down.

So on Tuesday, July 11, 2017, when Sakhara and I and our veterinarian, Dr. Amy Matthews of Animal Wellness in East Granby, CT, made the appointment for Sakhara’s euthaniasia at my home, I got off the phone, and turned immediately to speak with Violet, lying comfortably in one of the cat beds on the bay window ledge.  I spoke to her quietly.

“Violet.  Please consider what I’m about to tell you.”

Violet lifted her head and looked right at me.

“Amy is coming Thursday evening, two nights from now, and Sakhara will be helped to leave her body.  She’s ready and wants to go and wants help to do it.

“I love you very much and I don’t want to rush you to leave.  However, I do encourage you to think about leaving when Sakhara does on Thursday.

“Your body is really struggling, and I’m not sure you’re able to make it comfortably until next week.  Amy won’t be able to come back a second time before then, and the last thing I want for you is a trip to an emergency vet.

“I don’t want you to be in terrible pain, and I would take you if you need to go.  But I’m really OK if you want to leave when Sakhara leaves.”

Violet put her head back down and closed her eyes.  She said nothing at all, but I could feel her considering the situation.

The next morning, Violet ate, and then vomited her entire breakfast.  She refused any more food.

On Thursday morning, Violet stopped drinking water.  I could feel the shift in her.  She was already beginning the process of departure.

Violet was euthanized that evening right after Sakhara.

Her spirit was already expanded 2 feet out from her body before she was given the injection.

Her guides where there to welcome her and take her home.

PHOTO SERIES:  THE MANY EXPRESSIONS OF VIOLET

Violet after breakfast bath.

Violet’s daily after-breakfast bath.

Violet peeking around a door.

Violet peeking around a door.

Violet and Melissa.

Violet readily accepted Melissa, who helped keep Violet physically moving and active.

Magnificent Violet

Magnificent!

 

Sacred Moments.

May 11, 2015 by  
Filed under Animal Communication, New Posts

Inscrutable Felines.

Violet in 2013.Aren’t they all?

Sunday afternoon.   A client called to ask for help with her cat who was dying and struggling for breath.  It was an expected passage, and I recognized who it was almost immediately as I attempted to discern the message from underneath a layering of cats.  “Please don’t hang up yet,” I telepathically sent to my client as I struggled to sit up and gently reposition the cats.

As I listened to the sobs in my client’s voice, I could feel that this was me, asking for help with Violet – or it could be.  I was flooded with my client’s grief, and some of my own, too.

I managed to shift cats around and get to the phone before she hung up.  It was a brief call.  Her cat expressed her readiness to depart and to receive euthanasia.  That was all the client needed to know.

As I hung up the phone, I turned to see Violet sitting on the sofa where I had left her.  Still glowing, she is.

“Please don’t reach a crisis on a weekend,” I requested as I gave a deep sigh.

Still radiant with life force, Violet just looked at me knowingly — that inscrutable feline expression that even telepathy doesn’t ever seem to penetrate.

In my heart, I thanked my client for giving me the opportunity to be of service and to be part of her sacred moments with her beloved feline companion.

Then I gave Violet a kiss on her head.  She purred.  Sacred moments abound when we’re open to them

Namaste.

Euthanasia

April 26, 2009 by  
Filed under Animal Communication, New Posts

 

WHAT I WOULD LIKE MY VETERINARIAN TO KNOW

 

This message was given to Karen Nowak by a cat who was euthanized.  The message was addressed to the veterinarian who performed the euthanasia.  Karen is a good friend and colleague of mine who has been asked on a number of occasions to speak with an animal as they are receiving euthanasia.  Here is what the cat had to say to the veterinarian.

CASE OF THE MONTH:  EUTHANASIA

This is a very emotional subject for many of us. Our society has collectively had a fear of death. For many emotional reasons that are deeply personal to each one of us, I would like to share with you information that was given to me by a patient of a veterinarian friend when he was feeling his own pain experiencing what he repeatedly takes part in, [helping an animal to leave]. 

Death and Dying, What I would like my Veterinarian to know.


“I am a spiritual being, just as you are.
 I know about life, and its many turns.
 I know this body won’t last forever, I accept that.
 I know when I am brought to see you, I am often struggling with my body and its changes.
 I experience the struggle of the body, not of the spirit.
 I feel your compassion.
 I know you care, or you wouldn’t do what you do.
 I know you are human.
 I know you hurt.
 I know you feel helpless when you can’t save me.
 I know healing means many things, that it can also mean leaving the body.
 I feel relief when you help to release me. I am grateful.
 I know the future holds much.
 I know humans feel the pain of separation. I will miss our time together too.
 I know the future holds more love, in whatever form it comes.
 I know goodbyes aren’t easy.
 I know humans are forever in my heart and a part of me..
 I know that being in spirit is full of joy and love.
 I know that whatever I went through it is but a moment in time.
 I know if I could tell you one thing and you would feel it, my spirit doesn’t die, only my body.
 I am not alone.”

“I know that releasing me from my body was a gift.  I would like to give you a gift as well.  If you choose to hold pain in your heart, do not do it over me.  I am free now.  Free of a body that no longer serves me.  My spirit is still strong.  I send you gratitude from the other side.  Some day you too will remember where I go when I die, and you will know, it is heaven.”

OUR VIEW OF DEATH IS CHANGING.

Our view of death is changing.  It is still painful to say good bye.  In the work that I do I have worked extensively with animals who are dying.  Many hold no fear.  Those that do generally are feeling and reflecting the fear coming from their human companions.  I have found repeatedly and often a sense of relief when the subject is out in the open between human and animal.  They know our tears are because it hurts how we will miss them.

Karen Nowak

Visit Karen’s website and blog for Sunday Interviews with the Animals and many other animal perspectives on life, the universe, and everything.  http://www.freedomreinsllc.com and http://www.freedomreinsllc.com/blog

When an Animal’s Perspective Is Unexpected

January 7, 2009 by  
Filed under Animal Communication

In my work as an Animal Communicator, I sometimes find that the perspective of the animal is a surprise to their person.  At times, when additional information about a situation becomes available, the difference in perspective may seem even more mysterious.

This creates a quandary for me as a professional.  I cannot prove what I am saying is true.  I can only say what I am getting from the animal in that moment.  Might additional information change the animal’s response?  There is no way to know since we can’t go backwards in time and find out.

A few days ago, a client called me about her horse.  For the sake of privacy, I will call her Cindy and the horse Charlie.  Both of Charlie’s inner eyelids were very inflamed and had prolapsed (were hanging out of his eyes).  Since the gelding was 31 years old (rather elderly for an equine), one of Cindy’s questions for him was whether he wanted euthanasia.  A veterinarian was coming later that day to possibly do surgery to remove his eyelids.

When I spoke with Charlie, he said he had no pain, just some burning and itching sensations.  We told him about the possibility of surgery to remove the inner eyelids, and he was in favor of doing this.  He had no hesitation about it. 

Since Cindy didn’t know many detail about the surgery, we could only tell Charlie that the veterinarian was experienced in this type of surgery and that he might bleed for 20 minutes, but then he’d be fine.  Charlie was eager to do both eyes if that were possible to make his eyes stop itching.

I did ask Charlie if he was ready to leave via euthanasia.  His response was quick and definite.  “I want to continue my life.  I’m just fine,” he told me.  Perhaps with the knowledge that eye surgery would fix everything he felt no need to leave his physical form behind.  He didn’t say this, but we did check in with him about the rest of his body, and he seemed to have no other area of serious discomfort.

When the vet came later in the day, she examined Charlie’s eyes and found that there was a large tumor behind the right eye pushing the eyeball out.  Charlie had told me that he bumped his head, and that the lump over his right eye was from bumping it.  The veterinarian said the lump was part of the tumor.   He was under tranquilizer at the time, very relaxed, and the vet was easily able to examine his eyes thoroughly.

Cindy asked the vet if was possible that Charlie had no pain, as he had said to me.  The vet said that he might not have any.  She also explained that the inner eyelids were having an allergic reaction to the eye medication another veterinarian had prescribed to kill a potential eye infection that it turned out was not the problem.

Cindy was then faced with making a decision about what to do.  The vet recommended euthanasia, and Cindy, despite being torn because of our previous conversation, agreed to go ahead with it.   Charlie was euthanized.

Later, when I spoke with Cindy, she told me how uncertain she felt about her decision to euthanize Charlie.   I explained that the circumstances had changed.  Once the vet diagnosed the problem, it was very clearly not operable.  Charlie’s desire to continue his life might have been very different if he had known about the tumor when we spoke to him.

Animals do listen to what is being said about them by the people around them.  It is entirely likely that Charlie was listening (despite the tranquilizer) to what Cindy and the veterinarian were discussing.

I always seek to empower my clients to trust their inner wisdom about their animals.  Charlie had been with Cindy for 20+ years.  She knew him well and loved him deeply.  Still, knowing when to help an animal leave always requires a leap of faith – faith in ourselves – faith in our knowledge of our animals – faith that death is not the end, but just a new beginning.

While it is always possible to speak with Charlie again, in spirit, and talk about what happened and how he feels about it, Cindy is grieving and is not ready to do this at this time. 

Meanwhile, I must continue to trust that saying whatever the animal tells me is doing the best I can do in any situation, and that I must continue to hold in my mind that all will happen for the highest good of everyone concerned.

Nedda