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They were repeat clients; now the dog was approaching the end of her life.  I did a reading on the pet but she didn’t present any kind of suffering; she just said she was tired.  I’m tired too so it didn’t seem as if her death was imminent.

I followed the reading up with a phone call.  “Did she say when she was going to pass?” the client asked me.   I was a little taken aback and I have no idea why.  I don’t like to give dates because variables enter in and the trend can change dramatically.  Still, I heard “next week” and before I had a chance to consider the implications of blurting it out, I blurted it out.

The client gasped.  I waited, thinking well, shoot–she wasn’t ready for the emotional impact of the news.  But as it turned out, she was resigned and knew it was coming soon.  It’s just that she needed to make a cross-country car trip back to Colorado and she worried the dog would be miserable throughout.  She didn’t know how long she could wait before they set out for home.

I said, “it could happen that soon.  But you know what?  You can tell the dog your plans, and ask her what she can handle.  If she can tolerate the trip, you’ll know it.  If she can’t, you’ll know that, too.”

I like pets to be empowered around the dying process and I’ve never seen a case where that turned out to be a bad call.   So I recommended some questions for the woman to ask her dog, and told her what to look for.

She called yesterday to report the dog had passed that morning.  She’d asked her pet to let her know when it was time, and whether she needed help.  Sometime in the night it became obvious that the body was shutting down and the dog was uncomfortable, so in the morning they went to the vet.

The client cried.  I reported to her that in the spirit realm the dog was in a state of glee, unburdened by her broken down body and attended by her dog companion, who had passed 8 months earlier and who was waiting for her old friend to calm down.

Then the woman remembered something.  When I’d read the dog for the last time, there was a pause toward the end of the reading.   Out of the blue the dog said, “happy”.  That was it.  Just the one word and a sense of resolution.  She’d lived a whole lifetime with its attendant ups and downs and various disruptions and deaths and she wanted her person to know, I’m happy.

The woman clung to that at the end.  Whatever happened, it would be all right.  The dog was happy.


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