Liria, a long time client of mine, received a phone call from a young woman that attends church in Liria’s community. The caller needed to find a home for her late grandmother’s nine year old cat, Mittens.
Liria knew right away that she needed to adopt Mittens and made arrangements to meet Mittens and bring her home.
We talked to Mittens before Liria picked her up, so Mittens would be prepared for the move. Mittens was wary, but said she was looking forward to going to a new home – she was not happy where she was. We told her that she’d be living with Liria’s five other cats but they were used to having new cats come into the house. I told Mittens that she’d be in a room by herself until she and the other cats were ready to meet. Mittens was nervous about meeting Liria’s cats, but felt better knowing she’d have her own space for a while.
We talked to Mittens about 10 days later. Liria was spending a lot of time with her. Mittens was still cautious, but adjusting. Liria had taken Mittens out of “her” room for a few supervised walks through the house. Mittens said she really liked Liria and “her” room — but she was just waiting for one of the cats to attack her, so she would warn them off before they got close by hissing and growling at them. When Mittens showed me this, I felt that Liria’s cats were confused by Mitten’s behavior and would just walk away or ignore her. Liria said this was exactly what happened.
Mittens showed me that in her previous home, the other cat she lived with had bullied her and attacked her. Mittens had to slink along the walls of the rooms or hide to be safe. Mittens admitted that Liria’s cats just ignored her.
I asked Mittens if she felt good when she was hissing and growling at the cats and worrying about what might happen. She said no – the tension level she felt inside her when she walked around the house felt almost painful to me. I assured Mittens that if she would stop hissing, she would feel a lot better and so would the other cats. I told Mittens that the other cats got along with each other and they would get along with her. I could feel her relax and she said she would try not to hiss.
We talked to Mittens a few days later – Liria said the change in Mittens was remarkable! Mittens was coming and asking for pets – and no longer hissing at the other cats. She was still growling at them, though – but I reminded Liria that we hadn’t asked her not to growl, only not to hiss! Liria said that she’d been leaving the door to Mitten’s room open and that she’d occasionally come out on her own and sit outside the room for a little while – a HUGE improvement!
Mittens said that she was no longer afraid of the other cats. Her energy was much more relaxed and she felt much happier. I told Mittens that if she could try not growling at the cats, she would feel even better. Liria asked me to let Mittens know that she could go anywhere she wanted in the house and lay on any surface – that there were pet stairs and chairs to the tables so she could get up there easily. Mittens wasn’t allowed on the furniture in her old home, so she wasn’t sure about this. I assured her no one would be upset, that everyone in the house – cats and people – knew how to share. I encouraged her to keep exploring the house and the screened in patio.
Another issue was that Mittens didn’t seem to know how to interact with people. She clearly had trust issues. She would accept petting, then turn and bite hard. Mittens showed me that she didn’t get much attention in her former home and didn’t like the way they picked her up so she would bite. Mittens showed me that she really enjoyed being petted – but because of the level of tension she was carrying, she could only take in so much energy from petting.
I suggested that Liria try to only pet Mittens for a few seconds at a time. She could do this over and over – pet for a few seconds, take a break, then pet again. This would help Mittens get used to petting without over loading her energetically. I told Mittens the plan and she thought that would work – she definitely didn’t want Liria to stop petting her! I asked Mittens about the biting – she said no one listened to her in her previous home and that biting was the only way to tell them to stop. I assured Mittens that Liria was a good “cat listener” and would stop if Mittens asked her to.
We talked to Mittens about a month after Liria adopted her. Liria couldn’t get over the change in Mittens! “Everything you’ve asked her to do, she’s doing – it’s amazing,” Liria stated. Mittens had been spending most of her time outside of “her” room – even getting up and stretching out on the table! The growling had stopped and she would only give a reminder hiss if one of the cats was trying to play with her – her way to say “no”. Mittens energy felt very relaxed and happy to me. I asked her how she was feeling about the other cats – she said she still wasn’t ready to be buddies with any of them, but she felt like this was her house too now.
Liria reported that the biting was better – now Mittens didn’t bite hard, only gently. We talked about the biting again and Mittens admitted that Liria was really good about listening to her. I suggested that since Liria was listening, that Mittens didn’t need to bite any more. I told her that if she wanted a break from petting, she could just get up and move away – then come back when she wanted more.
Mittens said she was grateful to Liria for taking her in – she finally had a loving person and felt like she belonged somewhere. She said in Liria’s house, the house really belongs to the cats – and the people live there too. Liria laughed when she heard that and said, “So true!”
“I have to tell you – our chats with Mittens are amazing and her behavior afterwards is amazing!!! She totally has been listening when you chat with her and she puts the suggestions to work. It’s as though she took notes during the chat and is checking things off as she does something new.” – Liria B., FL
When I was first contacted by Annie, she was quite distraught. She told me her vet suggested she contact me because the vet couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Annie’s cat Lola. Annie told me that Lola – a lovely long haired black cat – had been attacking her own tail. The vet told Annie that Lola had an emotional problem and wanted to put Lola on Prozac. Annie was not convinced that Lola had emotional issues and asked me to talk to Lola.
When I asked Lola to tell me about her tail, I was really shocked. What she showed me was that she would be sitting quietly and suddenly would viscously attack a particular spot on her tail – biting it with her teeth. Then after a few seconds, would leave the spot alone and would act normal again. Annie reported that this was exactly what happened – over and over through out the day, to the point that a serious wound had developed at the spot.
However, I did not feel that this was an O.C.D.-type behavior or an emotional issue – my feeling was that there was a physical cause. I asked Lola how her tail felt when she would attack that particular spot – she showed me that it felt like an almost electric shock – the feeling of a suddenly pinched nerve. In an attempt to make it stop, Lola would attack and bite her tail at the spot where she felt the nerve pain.
Because I am a medical intuitive, I can “look” inside an animal’s body to see how they are feeling. This can be really helpful – as it was in Lola’s case. When I “looked” at Lola’s tail, what I saw was a misalignment of two vertebrae in her tail – and one of the two vertebra also had a crack in it. This made sense to me, based on what Lola showed me about the nerve pain. I suggested that Annie have the vet take an x-ray of Lola’s tail. Annie said she would follow up with the vet.
Soon there after, Lola had her x-ray. The results showed exactly what I had seen – two misaligned vertebrae and a crack in one of them. Unfortunately, the wound over the site of the vertebrae had become dangerously infected and part of Lola’s tail had to be amputated immediately to prevent the infection from spreading further.
We talked to Lola again after the amputation and we assured her that she was still very beautiful and would now be pain free. While Lola wasn’t happy about loosing part of her tail, she was VERY happy about not having the nerve pain any more. Annie reported that Lola had not attacked her tail once since the surgery either!
Not long after Lola’s surgery, Annie was preparing to move to Florida. We talked to Lola and Annie’s other cat, about the upcoming move. The move went smoothly and they all got settled in Florida.
I didn’t hear from Annie for several months, but when I did hear from her, she was really concerned – Lola had started attacking the stub end of her tail. When I asked Lola why she was attacking her tail again, she showed me clearly that the problem was nerve related . . . she was having classic phantom limb syndrome pain – but of course in her case, it was phantom tail pain!
I suggested that Annie contact her local vet to get some pain medication for Lola. I felt that if she could get pain relief and gradually decrease the dose of the pain medication, that the nerve irritation would subside and Lola would be able to leave her tail alone.
Annie was able to get the pain medication from the vet and after a month or so of gradually decreasing the dosage, Lola was again pain free and was leaving her tail alone!
Several years have passed and Lola remains pain free – and her tail, although a bit shorter than it once was, it is still beautiful and – best of all – has been safe from attack!
“Poor Lola would have been on Prozac for no reason at all, but Sky found out what was really wrong with Lola’s tail and we were able to resolve it. I was blown away by the accuracy of Sky’s reading and am so grateful I listened to her suggestions. Thanks again, Sky, I can’t thank you enough!” – Annie E., FL
Imagine . . . being tortured in your first year of life – having cigarette burns all over your body, being terrified about what would happen to you next, even though you’ve done nothing wrong and finally . . . having your legs wired together and being thrown from a car. Well, that’s what happened to Smiley, an adorable terrier cross dog, in the first year of his life.
But then a miracle happened – a woman who rescues dogs found Smiley injured at the side of the road. In addition to everything else, he had a large gash in his shoulder from the damage done when he was flung from the car.
The woman immediately took Smiley to a vet, but he wanted to amputate the badly gashed leg – she refused and after intensive care, not only did Smiley survive, but he now has full use of all four legs.
Smiley’s rescuer invited a friend, Marie, over to see Smiley – it was love at first sight!
Marie took Smiley home as soon as she could. That was four years ago and Smiley hasn’t looked back since!
I asked Smiley if he liked living with Marie and her husband. Smiley made it clear to me that his life, before he was saved, was a life of terror. In contrast, he felt his new life with Marie was more wonderful than he could ever have imagined. He said Marie was his angel – he adores her! He said he loved Marie’s husband too – he loved to play with him and that they were buddies.
Marie wanted to know why Smiley got so nervous when he heard loud noises. Smiley began to show me scenes from his life, before he was found on the road. He showed me a man screaming at him and chasing him, throwing things at him, holding him down and burning him with cigarettes – the person felt psychotic or drugged to me.
It was clear that there was more that Smiley could have showed us, but both Marie and I felt that that was enough.
I didn’t want Smiley to dwell on the past, so I thanked him for telling us and we moved on.
Marie’s other family dog, Izzie, had crossed to Spirit a few months before this reading and Marie wanted to be sure that Smiley was OK being at home alone, while she was working. Smiley said he waited at the front door of their house for a few minutes after Marie left, then relaxed for the day – but he was always waiting at the door when it was time for Marie to come home! Smiley said he missed Izzie, but that she visited the house now that she was in Spirit – he showed me Izzie laying on the floor at Marie’s husband’s feet – the image had a beautiful, loving feeling. Marie asked if Smiley wanted them to get another dog so he wouldn’t be alone – he said he liked having Marie and her husband all to himself and didn’t really want to share. Marie laughed and said, “OK – no new dog!”
Another issue Marie asked about was that Smiley was terrified of being in the family car – he trembled and almost always threw up when he was in the car. I asked Smiley to tell me about this – he said it was because of what had happened before he came to Marie. It had nothing to do with Marie or her husband – it was a PTSD-type reaction.
I asked Smiley if anything bad had happened in the family car since he’d been with Marie – he admitted nothing had. I assured Smiley that Marie and her husband would never knowingly put him in danger, that he was safe with them in their car. I asked if there was anything they could do to help him feel safer – he showed me that he preferred riding in the front seat, so Marie could hold him or touch him. Marie said they usually put him in the back seat, but had recently been putting him in the front seat – so they would continue to do that and remind Smiley that he was safe with them.
Marie then told me they were planning to drive about thirty minutes to Colorado Springs the next day and wanted to take Smiley on the trip with them. I was concerned that it might be too soon for such a big step, but asked Smiley and he said he wanted to go! His energy regarding being in the car was much more positive – but he said they should have a towel in the car, just in case he threw up. Marie said they definitely would have a towel – and she said that ” Smiley stood up and started wagging his tail when you asked him if he wanted to go with us!”.
At the end of the session Marie told me, “You don’t always know what’s going on in their little heads – well, YOU do, but I don’t – and it really helps to know! “.
P.S.: Marie emailed me after their car trip the next day with Smiley and had this to report:
“When we went down to Colorado Springs, we were there just about the rest of the day. Smiley did great! He did not shake like he usually would. I think he rather enjoyed himself! Thank you so much again.” — Marie L., CO.
Magnum’s Little Lady Bear (Maggie), was a beautiful chocolate labrador retriever, who came to live with her person, Nina, in September of 1999. Maggie was a hard headed puppy, but she loved to hunt! She placed 2nd in the National Field Trials when she was only 9 months old.
In the summer of 2001 Maggie started having issues with thunderstorms. She would claw, chew, or bite her way out of a fully enclosed chain link dog run. She would try to run away from the storms, but they just kept chasing her. She had to have root canals in both canine teeth by the time she was five because she chewed through her chain link kennel many times.
Nina moved into a house with a basement, which protected Maggie from the noise of the thunder. For about 6 years she had a few calm summers. Then Nina moved to a house with no basement. Nina would leave Maggie in the house, but she tore the house apart a few times during storms.
In 2009 Nina moved again. She tried leaving Maggie in the bathroom in the summer so that she wouldn’t panic and run away. She also tried leaving Maggie with the other 2 dogs in the basement during thunderstorm season. But Maggie was having none of it. She went through 3 doors, 2 privacy fences, and almost a window. Nina bailed Maggie out of doggy jail (Animal Control) more times than she could count.
Maggie’s daughter Kodi, who would not leave her mother’s side no matter where her mother took her, lived with Nina too. The two of them ran off one day during a thunderstorm — when Nina was away for the day and wasn’t expecting storms — and they were missing for 2 days. Nina worried herself sick.
Nina could never enjoy summer because of Maggie’s fear and the unpredictability of thunderstorms in CO. In March of 2012 Nina was at her wits end with Maggie. People told her she should put Maggie down because it was getting so bad, but Nina couldn’t do it — Maggie was an awesome dog.
Nina found me through the Denver Metaphysical Fair and we talked to Maggie. Maggie told Nina exactly how she was feeling, and that nothing I did was going to help her to not be afraid of thunderstorms. Maggie told me that she would go through ANYTHING to escape the thunder, she was so afraid of it. I told Nina that I’d never felt the level of terror that thunderstorms created in Maggie in any other dog — it was completely overwhelming for Maggie . . . all Maggie could think of was that she had to get away from the thunder and it didn’t matter what she had to do to try to escape it.
I gave Nina some helpful hints that I thought would work to help Maggie. Nina realized she had to block every door very well, and take the dog door out before she went to work in the morning — basically leaving 4 dogs in her house for 12 hours each day. But…knowing how Maggie felt, Nina thought that would work. With some symphonic radio music and the doors being blocked… at least she knew Maggie wouldn’t escape. I also suggested Nina try the Thundershirt for Maggie — but Nina said she’d already tried it and it didn’t work for Maggie.
Nina didn’t ask me to talk to Maggie again until March 2013.. Maggie seemed to be getting worse physically. She had fallen off of Nina’s bed the previous summer and had some disc issues in her back. Maggie told me that her leg was getting worse, and that Maggie was afraid Nina would be mad at her if she crossed over and left her. Nina assured her she would not be mad — that Nina didn’t want her to suffer and that she could cross to Spirit when she was ready. I told Nina that Maggie said she would not be able to cross on her own and that Nina would have to help her cross over. I felt that Maggie’s Spirit was very strong, but that her body was failing — that her leg would give out — “not work” — but that Maggie would tell Nina when she was ready to cross to Spirit. It felt to me that Maggie would be needing to cross to Spirit in the next couple of weeks.
Nina worried, cried, and worried some more… But Maggie did exactly what she told me she would do. Maggie’s back leg would not work, and she gave Nina the “Sign” that she was ready to cross to Spirit. Nina made the decision on April 10th to have Maggie euthanized on April 11th.
April 10th was a very bad day for Nina, because she did not want to make the decision to put Maggie down. But on the 11th when Nina woke up, Maggie greeted her with a wagging tail, ate all of the other dog’s food, and calmly got in the car. Maggie’s daughter, Kodi, got in the car with Maggie. Nina tried to get her out, but Kodi was having none of it. She was going with her Mom and that was that.
They drove to the vet’s office. Maggie walked in, laid down, and looked at Nina — Nina felt Maggie was saying, “Hey Mom…I’m going to go be with my buddy Hannah, and it’s okay.” Three years ago Nina had to put down one of her other dogs (Hannah) — it was the hardest thing she’d ever done.
Maggie’s crossing was very peaceful and easy.
“If it weren’t for Sky I don’t know that I could have gone through with it. With Sky’s help Maggie was able to tell me what was going on, and what she would do to let me know when she was ready.
I know that I’ll see Maggie again someday, and maybe I’ll feel her Spirit by my side before that day.
I’m just so thankful to Sky for helping ease my pain and Maggie’s also.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Sky. I’m sure I’ll be talking to my other dogs with you soon.” — Nina S., CO
Rover was a beautiful white cat with the pointiest ears I’ve ever seen! His person was a kind woman named Kathy. Rover didn’t start out as her cat, though — he originally lived with Kathy’s neighbors. But Rover LOVED bacon and was happy to visit Kathy to get his share when she cooked it. Kathy loved Rover from the start.
When the neighbors had to move, Kathy volunteered to taker Rover in. It took Rover a couple of weeks to settle in his new home, but as Kathy says, “It was the beginning of a bond that I’ll never forget!”
I first spoke to Rover in January of 2012. He had been diagnosed and treated for mast cell tumors the year before, but appeared to be doing well with treatment. Rover told me that he wasn’t yet ready to cross to Spirit, but he wouldn’t be afraid when the time came.
I talked to Rover again a year later. Rover said he was really sick and wouldn’t be able to hang on much longer. Rover said he didn’t want to get any sicker than he was — if he got sicker, he wanted to cross to Spirit.
Rover agreed to let Kathy know when he was ready to cross over. Kathy agreed to hold Rover and send love to him while his Spirit left his body. As we talked, both Kathy and I shed tears knowing that Rover wouldn’t be with us much longer.
Sadly Rover had a brutal end. Kathy’s vet recommended another vet, who would come to Kathy’s house to euthanize Rover. But the vet, without telling Kathy what she was going to do, grabbed Rover by the scruff of the neck and plunged the euthanising needle into his back. Shocked, Rover screeched and struggled until the medicine took effect and his Spirit was released. Kathy was devastated that her beloved Rover was treated in this way. Sadly she said it was the darkest day of her life.
We talked to Rover, now in Spirit, a couple of weeks later. Rover assured Kathy that what had happened was not her fault. He said that he had felt her love, despite what had happened to him and that her love had helped him cross to Spirit. He said that she needed to let the vet know about how upset she was with the way Rover was treated . . . Rover told us that this was not the first time the vet had done this and that the vet needed to understand what she had done, so she could learn the lesson to not do it again.
Rover said he felt well and healthy again in Spirit. I could see Rover clearly — he looked more beautiful than ever on earth, with a white glow around him that felt like Angelic energy.
Kathy asked Rover if he could give her a sign that he was OK. He showed me a dream catcher with a white, a black and a yellow feather on one side. Kathy said that she had a dream catcher, but that it only had a white and a black feather on it. Rover said he would send her a yellow feather and that she should attach it to the dream catcher in memory of him.
Kathy looked and looked but the feather was no where to be found. Then two weeks later, on Easter Sunday, Kathy came home from church thinking about her beloved Rover and wondering when she’d find the yellow feather. Suddenly, she felt compelled to go outside and check the yard. As she left the house, there, right in front of her, was a beautiful pale yellow feather! There were no other feathers of any kind in her yard. And there was no doubt in Kathy’s mind or heart that this was Rover’s feather!
“This feather represents a wondrous act of love and the bond between me and Rover won’t be broken by death.
I truly believe that this was the connection with Rover that Sky told me to look for!” — Kathy H., CA.