Once Upon A Time

I’ve always been the sensitive one. The feeler, the mystic, the mother, the caregiver. My best childhood memories involve caring for my dolls and animals and ‘playing house’ with my best friend. I loved the magic of Disney movies, particularly Cinderella. Not because a man saved her, but how she spoke to her animals and they helped her feel safe and supported in a world beyond her control. I’ve always believed animals are just like us, they just don’t talk.  

At 12, I was involved in an accident, and I lost my best friend. A part of myself went with her that day. The years that followed were a hot mess. I dealt with intense feelings, PTSD, and health problems that even doctors struggled to understand. I struggled hard. No matter how tough things got, I could always count on my animals. They made me feel safe and supported in a world I couldn’t control. I related the most to our adopted rescue Pomeranian Phoebe, who, like me at the time, was scared, nipped at everyone, and trusted no one. And yes, we did become best friends! 

Feeling the Connection

In my 20s, I got to ‘play house’ for real when I met my husband and had two gorgeous children. Added some beautiful animals to the family and boom—happily ever after. Except, no one ever tells you parenting can bring up unhealed wounds that you either have to heal or watch your child repeat your lessons. I was tired of running. I dove in deep, searching my soul for guidance. I explored various healing methods and intuitive development. With my lovely beagle, Roxy by my side, I began to discover myself, and the many dark shadows hiding inside. 

When Roxy passed away without warning, my grief consumed me. When I adopted an adult dog, Stella, it was like meeting a soulmate. I will never forget the day I was snuggling Stella, and all I could see in my mind’s eye was Roxy. I then got a rush of information. Roxy's passing was quick and sudden, like my past experience. This helped me release the emotions trapped in my body. WHERE did that come from?

Soon after, Stella’s health declined. On our last night together, a calm and peaceful feeling washed over me. I could see Stella walking in a glowing light. I heard her say it was time for me to let her go and that I would be supported. It was heartbreakingly beautiful and unforgettable. I finally knew without a doubt; I REALLY am connecting with animals.