We don’t stop to think about how our animals reveal the fact that consciousness is non-local and that our chemistry is also detectable at a distance. Well known examples of this are dogs who can predict when their owners will have seizures and heart attacks, as well as, whether a mole on someone’s leg is benign or a malignant melanoma.

I hear many stories about pets who will not leave their sick owner’s bedside and when they do show up in the kitchen for a snack the family knows the patient is getting better. I’ve seen this with our cat Miracle who doesn’t check on me if I am sleeping late but if I do not get out of bed because I don’t feel well, she is right there on my chest giving me purrfect therapy session.

As far as consciousness is concerned, it is obvious they know when I am thinking about grooming them because they all hide. When I change my mind they are underfoot. I learned a great deal from Amelia Kinkade and her books and work. We became friends out in San Francisco at a non-kill ASPCA conference. When she told me she was an animal intuitive, I was a non-believer but when I returned home and had a cat disappear my mind was changed.

Via emails I asked Amelia to find the lost cat and with no photograph or information, other than we live in the woods in Connecticut, one day an email came from Amelia detailing every single pet, garbage can, tree and more in the yard and saying the cat is alive, I can see the moon through her eyes. The thing I couldn’t understand was Amelia telling me the cat was under the house. It made no sense until the next morning when I went out and after calling the cat’s name heard her answer with a cry. She was under an outdoor stairway that came down to the ground on both sides. With food I enticed her out and rescued her.

Well if it works than I’ll try it and Amelia said you have to be calm in your head, not frantic, and get into the animals head. So the next night I approached our bunny Smudge who always runs around the yard and makes it hard for me to bring her in the house.

“Smudge, why don’t you let me pick you up and bring you into the house?” Her answer blew my mind.

“You don’t treat the cats that way.”

I explained the cats can handle themselves but when it gets dark outside I didn’t want any predator jumping the fence and attacking her. From that night on the problem was solved. Every now and then she’d show her sense of humor by running around for a minute or two and we would both laugh.

Then after writing a story, which will shortly be a book called Buddy’s Candle I heard a voice, while out walking with Furphy, say go to the animal shelter. So we jump in the car and head down there. I walked in and asked the name of the dog sitting by the door. Of course, his name was Buddy and he had just been dropped off by some lady who didn’t like his behavior. I know why I was sent the message and home he came with us.

We stop for gas and he leaps out of the car and runs out into the street and all the cars are stopping and people are trying to help me get Buddy back into my car. When we got home I asked him, “Why did you do that?”

He answered with a story I could never have dreamt of making up. “I lived with a couple, the wife was very nice but her husband was an alcoholic. When he would come home she would ask him to take me for a walk. He would leave me in the car and go out drinking and abuse me too. He hit me with sticks. When we got home he would lie to his wife about where we had been. So I don’t feel safe getting into a car.”