Our love for animals is powerful, transforming.

 

Animal Communicator and friend Jeannie Lindheim did a communication with Orson, the border collie (“A Good Dog”) who changed my life and who I decided to euthansize in 2005 after he bit three people, including a child.

Jeannie said she saw Orson as being free, by a big old brown barn, with other animals but no people. He said he loved the freedom in his new life, unbounded space to roam, and he appreciated being free of the expectations of people, with whom he could never get really comfortable, except for me. She said he showed her many painful images of severe fright and mistreatment in his life before he came to me, and he said he wanted me to know that he could not control himself, nor did he understand why he bit and harmed those people. He could not explain it, and had nothing but understanding for what I decided to do. (Jeannie’s communications do not contain human-style drama or confrontation, they are uniformly peaceful and empathic. And safe.)

Orson had been an obedience show dog before he came me and I know he was in some trouble there, so much that the breeder took him back. Jeannie said he came to me angry from a long “confinement,” which I have reason to know is also true. He told her he is very calm now, free and at peace. He showed Jeannie images of horrible treatment, much suffering before, but not now. Now she kept seeing a beautiful old barn, some other animals, but no people, no dogs.

When he came to Bedlam Farm he knew we were both going to go on a journey. He told Jeannie he loved looking at me, wherever he was, wherever I was. It was a soul journey, he said, and he was so glad to be with me. He was he said, alone now,
“I am who I am.” He enjoys his peace, his freedom. He knows I am fine, he knew I would be fine.

He wanted Jeannie to tell me “thank you for my life. Thank you for my life.” For taking me, for saving me, for trying so hard with me, for feeling so much.

He remembers the end, he showed Jeannie an image, when I was lying on the floor with him in the vet’s office, before he died, he remembers me, my face, he was looking at me, at the end. The last thing he saw was my eyes.

I totally understand, he said to me, I have nothing but appreciation. It was okay. I am very peaceful. Jeannie said to me, “he has a great love for you, Jon. A great love.”

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Next week, communicating with Izzy.