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!

 

The Inimitable Violet

Still Going Strong.

Violet, a beautiful soul.Beautiful Soul.

And I thought she was leaving?

 

Those of you who have been following this saga for awhile probably remember last year when Violet seemed to be departing the earth plane.  She had been diagnosed with early stage renal (kidney) failure and she did seem to be ready to go.

! ! ! SURPRISE ! ! ! 

Violet is still here and thriving despite kidneys that only partially work!  What an amazing gal!

Last October, Violet welcomed Melissa (you’ll be reading more about Melissa soon, I promise) into our home intending to turn over to the new kitten what Violet considers to be her main job responsibility, i.e, supervising me.

Does this mean Violet doesn’t think Melissa is ready yet to take on the task?

VIOLET:  You ARE a lot of work, you know.

NEDDA:  Really??  So now it takes 2 of you?

VIOLET:  Melissa has some growing into the job to do.

MELISSA:  No.  I don’t.  [Typical teenager!]

Melissa wants to play with Violet.Melissa wants to play with Violet.
Violet looking to see where Melissa is hiding.Violet looking to see
where Melissa is hiding.

Truthfully, I’m grateful for each and every day that Violet is here.

What I find astonishing is that she seems to be getting stronger and stronger!

To what do I attribute Violet’s new-found energies?  What is keeping this elder cat young?

  1. Homeopathy – a constitutional remedy can do absolute wonders to keep a cat in balance.
  2. Energy healing and massages.
  3. A raw food diet.
  4. My insistence that she take electrolytes daily.
  5. Pure stubbornness on her part.
  6. Melissa’s exercise program for Violet.

Melissa — Violet’s personal trainer?

Melissa is like a personal exercise coach for Violet.  And it’s working.

Violet may move slowly around the house at times, but …  there are times when she runs!  She jumps on the sofa.  She actually even runs up the stairs sometimes.  And she does it all with “catitude.”

Here’s how the exercise program works:

Violet gets up and starts walking across the living room, heading for the litter boxes which are down a short hallway.  Melissa follows.

Violet decides she wants privacy, and heads back through the living room and up the stairs where there’s another litter box.  Melissa follows and tries to bite or actually does bite Violet’s rear legs.

Violet screams her annoyance, and mutters and growls under her breath, and moves faster.

This has no effect on Melissa whatsoever.

Violet practically runs up the stairs.

I sometimes try to grab Melissa, which is actually impossible, as she’s lightening fast.

Does Violet actually get to use the litter box?  Definitely.  But this way Melissa has provided Violet with additional exercise.

 

Melissa and Violet cuddled up together.Melissa and Violet
cuddled up together,
December 2015.

Violet loves Melissa and genuinely has accepted her into the family.

They sleep together almost daily.

Good job, Melissa, and thank you.

MELISSA:  “I love you, Violet.”

VIOLET:  “I love you, too, Melissa.”

Violet’s Second Childhood.

They say cats have 9 lives.

Violet as a kitten in 1999.

Do cats have second childhoods?

Violet will be 16 years old this coming August, 2015.

Despite a diagnosis of renal failure (based on some very high numbers), she is still purring and glowing.

Last week she started recalling some of her antics from her youth.

Needless to say, I’m happy she’s feeling good, although some of her antics can be very annoying.

Pressing the speaker button on the phone.

cat talking on phone

I was sound asleep around 1 a.m. the other morning,  and suddenly a loud dial tone jolted me and Starlight (under the covers) to instant wakefulness.  Starlight bolted out and jumped off the bed.  Violet sat primly on the nightstand, pleased as punch with herself, as I sought to quickly find the speaker button to turn it off.

This is a favorite antic of Violet’s.  She seems to understand several different buttons on the phone on my night stand, including the redial.  To prevent her calling my friends in the middle of the night, I always have to reset the last number dialed to 2 numerical digits that won’t call anyone.

Violet has been waking me up this way every night for the last 10 days.   One night I  grabbed the spray water bottle I keep handy for these occasions, and Violet got a little shower.  This did not especially deter her.  She tried to come under the covers a few minutes later while still very wet.

VIOLET:  “The easiest way for me to get you to let me into my favorite spot is to wake you up.”

NEDDA:  “Other times, you tap me with your paw.  That’s much less startling and I will lift up the covers for you, as I have over the years.”

VIOLET:  “You take the fun out of it.  Besides Starlight was in the way.”

NEDDA:  [No comment.]

The game of Catch the Cat.

VIOLET:   “It’s called Chase the Cat.”

Violet after breakfast bath.

Apparently, this game must be played while I’m in the middle of doing something that should not interrupted, such as while I’m making up a mix of raw cat food for the freezer.

It’s not good to leave raw food sitting out on the counter.  Of course, knowing this, Violet is in the mood to play.

“Catch the Cat” is played by me chasing Violet and attempting to catch her.

VIOLET:  “Not at all!.  The game is for you to chase me and NOT catch me — until I’m good and ready to be caught.”

NEDDA:  “Then where’s the fun in this for me?”

VIOLET:  [Smirk.]

“Chase the Cat” requires that I chase Violet and TRY to catch her.  She pretends to be “shy” by hiding under things where a human won’t fit and staying just out of reach.

Then, when she’s good and ready, I’m allowed to pick her up and cuddle her.  When I put her back on the floor, we’re supposed to begin again.

This game became much more complicated after Starlight arrived 3 years ago.  Starlight wants to chase Violet and would be happy to be chased by Violet.  Unfortunately, Violet doesn’t want Starlight in the our private game.

I’ll leave to your imagination the chaos that results when Starlight decides to join in.

Knock down the lamp.

Lamp

Years ago, whenever she wanted attention, Violet would sit on the back of a chair in the living room, reach over to the lamp shade on a very tall table lamp, and threaten to knock it over.

If I didn’t respond immediately, she would knock it over.

This is Violet’s idea of how to get my attention when I want to read, or nap, or do anything while she wants to play with me.

The lamp shades and the lamps were quite old, and she eventually demolished the shades completely because I wasn’t always fast enough to prevent disaster.

Luckily, I was able to replace the shades a few years ago after Violet had stopped attacking the lamps.

One day last week, out of the corner of my eye, I see Violet poised to attack the lamp.  She was looking right at me.  She was waiting for me to notice.

VIOLET:  “Wow, did that ever get your attention.  And you thought you were too tired to get up.”

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I’m delighted to see my somewhat elderly gal having a second childhood.  Nevertheless, I’d prefer she doesn’t teach these tricks to Starlight.

Starlight, please don’t be listening.

STARLIGHT:  “I’m not listening.”

NEDDA:  “Yup.  Definitely listening!”

Violet and the Liver Cure.

April 9, 2015 by  
Filed under Animal Communication, New Posts

“What do you want to eat?” I asked.

Fit for a Queen.Liver diet fit for a queen.

When Violet stopped eating for two days last month, I thought to myself, “This is it.  She’ll be gone in a week or so and that’s what she wants.”

This is why we all need Animal Communicators.

This is also why I, a professional Animal Communicator, would be smarter to stop making up stories in my head and to ask Violet what’s going on.

Violet looked weak and wobbly and very spacey from the start of those two days of fasting.  Later she explained she wasn’t really in her body at the time.

On the third morning, Violet arrived in the living room looking awake, strong, and stable on her feet.  She requested raw chicken liver for breakfast.  I knew she liked liver as a snack, so when she asked for it, I was happy to provide.  I pureed it, as Violet is missing some teeth and while she can chew some things, I wanted to make her eating as easy as possible.  I omitted the garnish you see in the photo.

Violet in after-dinner meditation.Violet in after-dinner meditation.

For about 4 weeks, all Violet ate was raw chicken liver pate, and not much of that.  Truly, I don’t think she ate even 3 ounces of food per day.  It hardly seemed enough to keep her alive.

If I added anything else at all – a little Salmon oil – a little cod liver oil – a little chicken or turkey meat – Violet would turn up her nose and walk away.   “Liver it is!” I promised her.  And liver it was for 4 small meals every day for at least 4 weeks.

Last Saturday, I noticed Violet eating some muscle meat from one of the other cat bowls after finishing her first serving of liver.  This was unexpected, and I didn’t know how to interpret it, so I just took a wait and see attitude.  Did I ask her?  I don’t recall, but I felt that she just wanted some meat, so I let it go.

Over the last 4 days, Violet has continued to consume muscle meat and liver, in separate dishes of course.  Her majesty is now getting two bowls of food at each meal and is eating more and more food overall.  She’s also eating less frequently.

I asked her if I could weigh her to see if her weight has increased, but she looked horrified and replied with an emphatic “No!”

OK.  I don’t need to weigh her.  I’m curious, but I’ve dropped it.  There’s plenty of muscle over her ribs, although she’s thin in her flanks.  She’s also lots stronger – runs up and down the stairs about once a day – and jumps/climbs onto chairs and the sofa.  Truly, she’s in great shape for a cat who seems to be on her way out of the physical realm.

I’m sure raw chicken liver is not a cure for kidney failure.  So what’s going on here?  It’s hard to say.  I don’t believe the underlying issue has disappeared.  This is just Violet’s way of doing things, and the saga will continue to unfold. It implies that animals have a great deal of wisdom about what they need and we humans would do well to learn to respect that.

Meanwhile, it’s wonderful to cuddle with my “velcro kitty.”

[“Velcro kitty” –  a cat who melds herself into your body as a semi-permanent fixture.]

Violet Begins Preparations for Departure.

March 28, 2015 by  
Filed under Animal Communication, Nedda, New Posts

Deathing Is a Natural Process.

Violet in 2013.Violet in 2013.

For about 2 and a half weeks, having announced her decision to move back into spirit, Violet refused to eat anything except pureed raw chicken liver.  This is a highly nutritious food, filled with fat, protein and vitamins.

Violet also agreed to take some of my home-made electrolyte formula.  This provides the potassium salts cats need when drinking unusually large amounts of water.  Any cat in renal failure will be drinking a lot of water, so electrolytes are essential to maintain mineral balance and comfort.

Then, on Wednesday of this week, Violet came out around breakfast time very weak and wobbly.  She refused all food.  We had agreed that I would not force feed her or pester her with constant requests that she eat.  She is in charge of her departure schedule.  So after offering her liver 3 separate times and watching her facial expressing indicate disgust at the very idea of eating, I decided to let go of any need I might have for her to eat.

Violet took over one of the living room chairs and remained there the rest of the day.  She seemed comfortable and didn’t get up for any reason.  I offered her water at various times.  Sometimes she drank; sometimes she didn’t.  I used a small dish with low sides so she didn’t have to sit up to drink.  She had seemed so weak that morning that it seemed even sitting up was difficult.

Every so often, after she drank, I asked about the litter box, but she had no interest.  Once I took her after she said, “no” – the human need for confirmation, I guess – and she just step out of the box and give me a very dirty look.  I carried her back to the chair.

Meditation Cave 2012 - I don't want to disturb Violet.Meditation Cave 2012 –
I don’t want to disturb Violet for a new photo.

That evening, Violet did use the litter box before I returned her to her cat cave for the night where she told me she wanted to sleep.  The cave is on top of a hassock backed up to a wall where there is a baseboard radiator.  The cold weather we’ve been having means the heat is still on and the cave is very cozy.

This is an old picture of the cave.  Right now, the cave top and entrance are covered with a towel and piece of an old wool US Navy blanket remnant.  This keeps the cave dark and warm.

Violet’s lying on a piece of foam designed to support elderly or super-thin animals to prevent bed sores, covered with a very soft, washable fabric that holds body heat.  This is a sumptuous spot for her and her favorite place to meditate over the years.

Now it’s her retreat as she prepares for departure, and that’s where Violet spent Wednesday night.

On Thursday, Violet refused to leave the cat cave.  She continued to reject all ideas of eating.  She continued drinking water and taking her electrolytes by dropper.   When I took her to the litter box, she seemed very weak and wobbly, although she was able to stand while using it.

When a cat goes 3 full days with food, their livers start to break down and after 3 days, recovery is nearly impossible.  Knowing this, and knowing that refusal to eat is a natural part of the preparation for the return trip home into spirit, I assumed that this was it for her food consumption.

Over those two days, each time I checked on her, Violet would be glowing — serene — peaceful.  No sign of any pain or discomfort.  The expression on her face was one of “nobody is here right now.  If you must speak with me, I’ll do my best, but really I don’t want to be disturbed.”  I kept all conversation to a minimum.  “Water?”  “Litter box?”  “Are you doing OK?”  “I love you.”  I also gently pet her briefly, and she would purr when I did that.

Then on Friday morning, as I began making breakfast for Sakhara and Starlight, I turned around to find Violet standing behind me.  She wasn’t at all wobbly after 2 days of fasting.  She was strong and steady and asking for liver. She was using that expression she has when she’s making a demand.

“Liver!” she requested in her imperious feline manner.  Fortunately, I had plenty of it prepared in the freezer, so I warmed some up and she ate a hearty breakfast.

So Friday was an eating day.  She ate several meals, each one smaller than the previous, but overall she consumed quite a bit of liver.

So it seems that each morning will be different.  This morning, Saturday, Violet showed up again in the kitchen requesting food, but she ate only a taste of liver and then drank water and retreated to her cave.

Clearly this process is not straightforward.  Violet take the lead and I follow as best I can.  Starlight and Sakhara, her companions and friends, visit with her from time to time.  Sometimes they groom her a bit.  Sometimes they sleep with her.  Mostly they let her be.

I asked Violet this morning if she can describe what’s going on for her.

Violet replied:

I was floating around those days [when I wasn’t eating].  I was in the spirit world.  I’m very familiar with it, as you know.

This time, I was talking to my guides about releasing my body.  They check in with me now and then to see how I’m doing.

I’m totally fine.  This is all as it should be.

Thank you for respecting my requests.  This isn’t like the last [life] time, when I needed you to nurse me.  This is better.

I’m doing my best to honor Violet’s wishes in all things.  This isn’t about fighting with her to get her to do what I want. This isn’t about trying to keep her here longer for my ego or personal needs.  This is about Violet ending her life as she chooses to do so.

And while I’m sad at time, I also feel peaceful about this process.  It’s a miracle to watch it unfold so beautifully and naturally.  Violet, as all my animal friends, is teaching me.  It’s a great gift.

* * * * *

If you have an elderly animal preparing for his or her journey home, please know that each one’s process is unique.  While there are, of course, some general patterns, each animal will have his or her own preferences.  Sometimes those preferences will align with yours, but other times the animal may want to teach you about other ways to do things than what you might find easy or comfortable.  If you can be open to what they want to teach you, the opportunities for personal growth are enormous.  If you’re not open, that’s OK too.  There is no judgment here about what is “right” or “wrong.”  There is only love and compassion for all.

As a professional Animal Communicator, I often speak with elderly animals to help them communicate their choices to their human family members.  It’s an honor to do this.  Please do call on me when you’d like assistance with this type of situation.

Namaste,
Nedda

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