There's a lot of fear in the good old US of A around death and dying. Then we put it on our animal friends, all that fear. What we need to do is take a lesson from them. 

They are plugged in not only to this physical world but wherever it is we go when our 3-D body stops breathing. They have no fear of death; to them it's a passage to "the next place."

If they look fearful or act fearful, it's because they feel those things from us, and they want to comfort us by hanging around. We do them a great disservice.

What we need to do is listen. Closely. Anyone can do this, but it takes a lot of presence of our own mind, to let go of our learnings and ideas and all that deep-seated stuff about life and death that we drag around with us. 

Before I got seriously into animal communication work, I was always afraid when my animals died. I would never see them again! When my cat Harvey disappeared I cried for two weeks and searched for her for a year.

She eventually came back, but not as Harv...

Remember Bennie, the street cat who with his girlfriend Muffin found a great new life?

I got a video from the friend who was instrumental in getting Bennie and his girl off the streets (along with another hero of the two cats, Morgan).

Bennie (who is called Maney at his new place, but he prefers Bennie) and Muffin are totally devoted to one another, as is evidenced by this video.

They are adjusting to their new home, and were recently let out into the warehouse. Doing great!

Here's a link to the video. Enjoy.

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What do you call your dogs? Do they have pet names? What is is about us humans, that we have to have special names for those we love? (Glenn calls me Babe - which has nothing to do with the pig - I think.)

We call Amy and Bernadette  "The Puppies" - they just turned 9, for crying out loud. But that's how we call them - "Puppies! Puppies!" The fact that when we do that they come running might have something to do with why we keep calling them Puppies.

8 weeks old. Bernadette on the left, Amy with the white spot on her forehead.

We got Amy and Bernadette from a friend who always liked to give her girl dogs one litter of puppies before being spayed. Momma was a Labradoodle. Poppa was an Australian Shepherd (as opposed to a Rolling Stone). The Puppies look like Poppa except more slender than your typical Aussie, and they're more mid-sized, about 35 lbs each.

When we first saw them we were deep into whatever season of Big Bang Theory (BBT) was on the air. We asked the puppies what the...

If we listen closely, our animal friends tell us what they need. But we have to be open to getting our ego out of the way and seeing what wants to happen. Good lesson for all parts of life!

A cat named George lived on the property of a rescue group. He had shelter, and someone who fed him, but was pretty much left to himself. He wasn't unfriendly, he was just there. He was outside for a reason.

NOT George, but as cute as....

Attempts to introduce him to the joys of indoor living were met with scorn by George. Unbeknownst to those taking care of him, he had other plans, and it wasn't being where he was. Whenever he was brought inside he would mark all the horizontal surfaces. This was primarily the middle of the caretaker's bed. So she did what a lot of people do. She decided he could live outside. Okay by George. Part 1 of the plan done and done! (Be a little difficult.)

A few years passed, and he got in a fight. He was hurt pretty badly, and the vet, after cleaning him up, decided...

Last week was a tease. This week you get the full story about Bennie-the-street-cat and his pal Muffin.

Bennie lives in Washington state, and he is one of many, many cats my friend Kathleen feeds in the dodgier parts of South Seattle. She is a Warrior and deserves a medal.

Kathleen and another Warrior, Morgan, noticed a huge orange kitty at one of the sites they both support. He has long hair, which mats up something fierce because - street cat, who's got time to groom?

Bennie was pretty friendly, for a fellow from the street. Most of them don't want to have anything to do with people, but he would allow Warrior Kathleen to pet him a little bit while he was eating. She had caught him once to get his mats shaved off and to be neutered, and then because there was no place else for him to go, he went back on the street. 

Bennie has a girlfriend named Muffin. She's pretty friendly too, and had also been trapped, spayed and returned.

Bennie and Muffin "on the street." Bennie looks li...

Without the Jets. (a la Elton John)

Bennie is a street cat.

Let me rephrase. Bennie WAS a street cat. Bennie got rescued, got his mats taken care of, and is going off to a new life. He has a girlfriend, too!

More on the details later.

Meanwhile, here's a picture of Bennie:

Nope, not talking about the TV show, although if you haven't seen it, and its British counterpart (on which the U.S. version is based) I highly recommend it.

I'm talking about how spirit continues even after it leaves the 3-D body. We are consciousness. Consciousness knows no boundaries. And sometimes that consciousness hangs around - and you can always ask it to be present.

When my dad (who believed there was nothing after this 3-D life) passed, he gave me signs that he was still around, and he seemed excited about what he could do now that he wasn't in a body. My mom, on the other hand, knew exactly where she was going when she passed, and I didn't feel her at all. Zzzzzzip! Gone. 

That said, mom will come back from wherever she is and talk to me if I ask for her.

Another thing I thought was interesting: my dad passed about 10 years before my mom, and whenever I'd think of him or have an interaction, he always "looked" in my minds eye like an older man - 60's or older. After my m...