An Unexpected Gift
My sister-in-law is a dynamo in a tiny package — an opera singer, actress, clown, energy healer, and animal lover. Lately, she’s been concerned that my elderly dog Teagan is overdoing therapy dog work.
True, together Teagan and I have done more than 200 visits to hospitals, courts, police departments, and even the King Soopers grocery store in the aftermath of the shooting. That’s a lot of draining emotional contact for both of us. If I thought Teagan didn’t enjoy the work, she’d retire, but she barks, dances in circles, and beats me to the car when I bring out the working vest she wears on visits (called a cape).
This year my SIL gave me a surprise for Christmas—a session with an animal communicator. She knew the communicator, a woman in Denver, and wanted to be certain Teagan wasn’t getting ill from any negative energy or emotions picked up during therapy visits.
I expected the communicator to talk in generalities or say things my SIL may have told her about my dog. I was even more skeptical when I learned the session could be done remotely over the phone based only on Teagan’s picture.
I dove into the session with some questions I’d prepared.
What was Teagan’s favorite toy? A little brown stuffed animal she calls Baby.
Okay. Good guess. Teagan does have a little brown moose she loves, but that’s a pretty common type of dog toy.
Who’s Teagan’s favorite parent? Your husband.
What!? That’s a question I never should have asked (LOL). But I’m the one who gives Teagan pills, injections, trims her nails, and performs all sorts of other unpleasantries whereas my husband rolls around the floor wrestling with her. Again, a good guess.
I shared that Teagan is allergic to chicken.
What food should I feed her? Definitely no fowl.
Of course not. I didn’t need the communicator to tell me that. I checked my watch. How much longer was this session?
Then the communicator continued: Try other proteins like beef, pork, and . . . hmmm . . . this can’t be right . . . kangaroo? Where did that come from all of a sudden?
Interesting. We’d recently tried a novel protein Teagan loved, which was — you guessed it — canned kangaroo. No way my SIL could have known that tidbit.
Okay, now I decided to throw the communicator a question from left field.
Was Teagan reincarnated? Turns out, Teagan never was a wild animal, and most of her past lives were as a human. Most vividly, the communicator saw Teagan in a small 18th century village as a midwife or healer, wearing a cape.
Whoa. Stop right there. A healer? Wearing a cape? Therapy dogs were known healers, but no way anyone outside the hospital therapy dog world called the dog vests “capes.”
At that point, the communicator had my complete attention, so I asked about Teagan’s health. After a few minutes, the communicator told me: Watch her liver.
Her liver? Teagan’s last blood work had shown slightly elevated liver values. No one other than the vet and my husband knew that.
Anything else about her health? Her left hip.
That’s odd. Teagan’s right hind leg sometimes gave her trouble, not her left one. I made a note to ask the vet on her next exam.
And, at the exam, the week before Christmas, the vet found a cancerous mast cell tumor on Teagan’s left hip. Since we’d caught the tumor so early, it hadn’t metastasized and was small enough to be cleanly removed.
Thanks to my sister-in-law and an animal communicator for the best gift ever.
Now I’m an openminded person. Do I believe? Well, I certainly don’t disbelieve. How about you?
Brooke, your experience echoes mine. I was deeply skeptical of the “seer” a friend dragged me to who had promised to put her in touch with her deceased mother. After speaking to the dead mother and conveying messages to my friend, she turned to me and said, “I keep seeing a little white dog running up to you.” I flatly stated I didn’t have a dog and had never owned a white one, and also, that white was not my favorite color of dog. Fast forward years later, a new boyfriend gave me a little white dog, a surprise birthday gift I’d never asked for. I was quite perturbed that he supposed it would be ok to foist the animal on me. And yet, I loved that little angel for nearly sixteen years and still miss her today. Was it coincidence? Who knows? But it left me more open to other possibilities.
There are things we don’t even know that we don’t know. A lovely story and take comfort in having your angel for a long and happy life.
This is fascinating. I do believe there are some people who are animal whisperers. Happy to hear Teagan is on the mend as well. Interesting on the chicken allergy. My dog Enzo is allergic as well and in fact it’s the #1 allergen for dogs (and in almost any commercially prepared foods and treats — even ones not labeled chicken often include chicken). We have had good success with lamb products for main food and one-ingredient beef liver (freeze dried) as a treat.
Glad you discovered the chicken allergy. It’s bizarre how many dogs have this problem. Teagan is now on a pork diet. It’s a lot easier to find than kangaroo!
Very interesting…..and perhaps a little disturbing.
I can’t explain it . . .
Teagan sounds like one special dog! I wonder how Teagan would read the communicator. I’ve always heard that chicken causes allergic reactions in dogs. I enjoyed this post, Brooke!
Thanks Kathleen! The communicator also told me that Teagan said there are rules in the house. A running joke in the house is that we follow rules, but they are Teagan’s rules!
OK, that is pretty wierd! I sure don’t have all the answers and all my dogs have been super smart, just little people that can’t talk but they sure make what they want perfectly clear. It’s pretty frustrating that we will never “know” if we are reincarnated or that we just donate some of our atoms to whatever grabs them for the recycle. That makes the most sense to me, but as you say, we don’t know what we don’t know.
This is fascinating, Brooke. Reincarnated or not, Teagan, is a very special dog and is blessed to have such caring owners.