One of my first entries (Animal Instincts) focused on how creatures great and small have a keen sense when it comes to intuition. Bucky, my lab-mix, whom I adopted 15 years ago, has often clued me in to energies of which he was aware. I witnessed the most amazing example of his ability this month!
Nearly three weeks ago, I made arrangements for a mobile groomer to come to my home and give Bucky his first professional doggie-do (up until then, I was the one who gave him baths – and most of the time, I walked away drenched with more soap and water than the dog!). When I opened the door and saw the pleasant young lady waiting to take Bucky out to her parked trailer, my pet darted away from the foyer and into another room – a highly unusual reaction given my dog’s affection for guests. I joined the groomer outside and watched while she set up her portable wash-a-teria. When I returned inside to get Bucky, he was on the floor shaking uncontrollably and growling nervously. I calmed him down and he eventually eased into his pampering. But, his startled look stayed with me, as this was a sight I’d never seen since we’d shared the same roof.
Last Friday, before I drove to nearby LaQuinta to do a series of intuitive sessions, I walked Bucky out to the first palm tree at the end of the driveway so he could “water the lawn.” As he finished, a truck came down the road, swerved and stopped suddenly. At that time, I saw what had occurred: an unleased dog had been struck by the vehicle. Quickly, I scurried Bucky into the condo and went back outside to offer help. The lady driving the truck was visibly upset as she ran back to check on the animal, “Oh, no, I’ve never hit a dog before! He came out of nowhere,” she cried.
“Let’s get the dog out of the street,” I told the driver. Together, as I repeated “healing energy, healing energy, healing energy,” we carefully transported the dog to it’s owner’s car, which was parked a few yards away. I gave the grieving pet owner directions to the closest vet and she drove away, while I placed my arm around the woman who had been driving the truck. Minutes later, she gained composure and departed.
When I finally went back inside, Bucky was doing a repeat performance from earlier this month: shaking like a frightened child. I knelt down and hugged him, because I then realized how his incensed energy was connected to what had just happened. You see, the same woman driving the truck which hit the dog was Bucky’s groomer.
In honor of those who care for animals and in loving memory of our treasured pets and the places they’ll always have in our hearts.
Love and light,