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Friday, September 28, 2012

¿Es su mascota a tu alma gemela?

Desde Reencarnación Brent Atwater libro Animal:
Respuestas a todas sus preguntas! página 95:

¿Cómo puede un animal ser tu alma gemela? El diccionario define a un alma gemela como "uno de los dos seres compatibles entre sí en disposición, punto de vista o la sensibilidad de quien tiene una afinidad profunda". Algunos creen que un alma gemela es un ser con quien hemos compartido otras vidas.

A continuación se presentan dos hermosas descripciones que lo dicen todo:
Un alma gemela es:
1. "Cuando nos sentimos lo suficientemente seguros para abrir las cerraduras, nuestro verdadero yo salga y podemos ser completa y honestamente lo que somos, podemos ser amados por lo que somos y no por lo que estamos pretendiendo ser. Cada uno presenta la mejor parte de la otra. No importa qué otra cosa va mal a nuestro alrededor, con esa única persona estamos a salvo en nuestro propio paraíso. Nuestra alma gemela es alguien que comparte nuestros más profundos anhelos, nuestro sentido de la orientación. Cuando somos dos globos, y juntos nuestra dirección es hacia arriba, lo más probable es que hemos encontrado a la persona adecuada. Nuestra alma gemela es el que hace que la vida cobre vida "-. Richard Bach
2. A estar con "los que nos sentimos profundamente unidos entre sí, como si la comunicación y la comunión que tienen lugar entre nosotros no son el producto de los esfuerzos intencionales, sino más bien una gracia divina. Este tipo de relación es tan importante para el alma que muchos han dicho que no hay nada más hermoso de la vida "-. Thomas Moore

 

Otros recursos:

 Radio muestra:
www.PetLifeRadio.com Escucha "Alive Again" acerca de la reencarnación mascota.

  Facebook Grupos:
1. Grupo reencarnación de mascotas para obtener más respuestas
2. Salud de las mascotas Q & A Grupo de Facebook
          
  Páginas:
1. Brent Atwater Reencarnación Pet Fan Page para la comunicación animal
2. Rainbow Bridge-y-the-Never-Ending-Love-Story-Pets-Animal-Reincarnation/484148501596646

 Libros: http://www.JustPlainLoveBooks.com

Brent Atwater
email: Brent@BrentAtwater.com
Website: www.BrentAtwater.com

Est votre animaux de compagnie votre âme sœur?

De Brent Atwater livre La Réincarnation des animaux de compaigne:
Les réponses pour toutes vos questions! page 95:

Comment un animal soit votre âme soeur? Le dictionnaire définit l'âme sœur comme «l'un des deux êtres compatibles les uns avec les autres dans la disposition, point de vue, ou de la sensibilité pour qui vous avez une affinité profonde." Certains croient que l'âme sœur est un être avec qui nous avons partagé d'autres vies.

Ci-dessous sont 2 belles descriptions qui disent tout!:
Une âme sœur est la suivante:
1. «Quand on se sent suffisamment en sécurité pour ouvrir les serrures, nos vrais mêmes de sortir et nous pouvons être complètement et honnêtement ce que nous sommes, nous ne pouvons être aimé pour ce que nous sommes et non pour ce que nous sommes semblant d'être. Chaque dévoile la meilleure partie de l'autre. Peu importe ce que le monde va mal autour de nous, avec cette seule personne que nous sommes en sécurité dans notre propre paradis. Notre âme soeur est quelqu'un qui partage nos aspirations les plus profondes, notre sens de l'orientation. Quand nous sommes deux ballons, et, ensemble, notre direction est en place, les chances sont que nous avons trouvé la bonne personne. Notre âme soeur est celui qui rend la vie viennent à la vie. "- Richard Bach
2. Un être avec »qui nous nous sentons profondément liés, comme la communication et la communion qui ont lieu entre nous n'étaient pas le fruit d'efforts intentionnels, mais plutôt une grâce divine. Ce type de relation est si importante pour l'âme que beaucoup ont dit qu'il n'y a rien de plus précieux dans la vie. "- Thomas Moore

Autres ressources:

 Radio shows:
www.PetLifeRadio.com Ecoutez "Alive Again" sur la réincarnation animal de compagnie.

Groupes Facebook:
1. Groupe réincarnation animal de compagnie pour plus de réponses
2. Animaux Santé Q & A Groupe Facebook
          
  Pages:
1. Brent Atwater Pet Fan Page réincarnation de la communication animale
2. Rainbow-Pont-& the-Never-Ending-Love-Story-Pets-Animal-Reincarnation/484148501596646

 Livres: http://www.JustPlainLoveBooks.com
Brent Atwater
email: Brent@BrentAtwater.com
Website: www.BrentAtwater.com

あなたのペットはあなたのソウルメイトですか?

ブレントアトウォーターの本の動物の生まれ変わりから
あなたは常に知りたいと思っすべて!ページ95:

どの動物があなたの魂の伴侶ができますか?辞書は次のように魂の伴侶を定義する"気質視点またはあなたが深い親和性を持っている誰のため感度が互いに互換性2生き物の一つ"いくつかは、魂の伴侶は、我々が他の寿命を共有していると一緒にいることであると信じています。

以下にそれをすべて言う美しい2つの説明があります
魂の伴侶は、次のとおりです。
1 "我々は鍵を開けるために十分安全だと感じるとき、私たちの本当のselvesステップアウトし、我々は完全に正直に我々が誰であるかことができます、我々は、我々が誰であるかのためではなく、我々がふりをしている人のために愛されることができますそれぞれがの最良の部分を発表。我々は我々自身の楽園で安全だその1人と私たちの周りにうまくいかない他に何かに関係なく、私たちのソウルメイトは私達の最も深い憧れ方向の我々の感覚を共有している人です。我々は2つの風船ができたら、一緒に私たちの方向がアップしている、我々は右の人チャンスを発見したことがあるはずです。私たちのソウルメイトは人生の生活に来させるものである" - リチャード·バッハ
2一緒にいる"誰我々は通信私たちの間に行われることをcommuningが意図的な努力の産物ではなかったかのように深く接続された感じではなく、神の恵みトーマス·ムーア - このような関係は多くの人が生活の中でより多くの貴重なもの"が存在しないと述べていることを非常に重要である

その他のリソース


ラジオは示しています。
www.PetLifeRadio.comは、ペットの転生について"再び生きて"を聞いてください。


Facebookのグループ
1より多くの答えのためのペット転生グループ
2ペットの健康Q&A Facebookのグループ
          

ページ:
1動物のコミュニケーションのためのブレントアトウォーターのペットの生まれ変わりのファンページ
2レインボーブリッジthe-Never-Ending-Love-Story-Pets-Animal-Reincarnation/484148501596646

書籍:http://www.JustPlainLoveBooks.com
Brent Atwater
email: Brent@BrentAtwater.com
Website: www.BrentAtwater.com

Ist Ihr Haustier Ihren Soul Mate?

Von Brent Atwater Buch Tier Reincarnation:
Was Sie schon immer wissen wollten! Seite 95:

Wie kann ein Tier Ihren Seelenverwandten sein? Das Wörterbuch definiert einen Seelenverwandten als "eine der zwei Wesen miteinander kompatibel in der Disposition, Sicht oder Empfindlichkeit, für den Sie haben eine tiefe Affinität." Einige glauben, dass einen Seelenverwandten ein Wesen, mit denen wir andere Lebenszeiten geteilt wird.

Hier sind 2 schöne Beschreibungen, die alles sagen:
Eine Seelenverwandte ist:
Ein. "Wenn wir uns sicher genug, um die Schlösser zu öffnen fühlen, Schritt unserer wahrsten selbst aus und wir können vollständig und ehrlich, wer wir sind, und wir können, wer wir sind und nicht für wen wir vorgeben zu sein geliebt zu werden. Jeder präsentiert den besten Teil des anderen. Egal was schief geht um uns, mit diesem eine Person sind wir in unser eigenes Paradies sicher. Unsere Seelenverwandten ist jemand, der unsere tiefsten Sehnsüchte, unser Sinn für Richtung Aktien. Wenn wir zwei Ballons sind, und gemeinsam unsere Richtung oben ist, stehen die Chancen haben wir die richtige Person gefunden. Unsere Seelenverwandten ist derjenige, der das Leben zum Leben macht. "- Richard Bach
2. Ein Wesen mit "denen wir glauben, tief miteinander verbunden, als ob die Kommunikation und Zwiesprache, dass statt zwischen uns waren nicht das Produkt der vorsätzlichen Bemühungen, sondern eine göttliche Gnade. Diese Art der Beziehung ist so wichtig für die Seele, dass viele gesagt, es gibt nichts Wertvolleres im Leben "haben -. Thomas Moore


Weitere Informationen:

Radio zeigt:
www.PetLifeRadio.com auf "Alive Again" über pet Reinkarnation hören.

Facebook Gruppen:
Ein. Pet Reinkarnation Gruppe für mehr Antworten
2. Pet Health Q & A Facebook-Gruppe
          
Seiten:
Ein. Brent Atwater Pet Reincarnation Fan-Seite für Tierkommunikation
2. Rainbow-Bridge-& the-Never-Ending-Love-Story-Pets-Animal-Reincarnation/484148501596646


Bücher: http://www.JustPlainLoveBooks.com

Brent Atwater
email: Brent@BrentAtwater.com
Website: www.BrentAtwater.com

Seu animal de estimação é sua alma gêmea?

A partir da Reencarnação animal livro:
Respostas para todas as suas perguntas! Página 95:

Como pode um animal ser sua alma gêmea? O dicionário define um companheiro de alma como "um dos dois seres compatíveis uns com os outros em ponto de disposição, de vista, ou sensibilidade por quem você tem uma profunda afinidade". Alguns acreditam que a alma gêmea é um ser com quem compartilhamos outras vidas.

Abaixo estão duas belas descrições que dizem tudo!:
Uma alma gêmea é:
1. "Quando nos sentimos seguros o suficiente para abrir as fechaduras, os nossos verdadeiros eus sair e podemos ser completa e honestamente quem somos, podemos ser amados pelo que somos e não pelo que nós estamos fingindo ser. Cada revela a melhor parte do outro. Não importa o que vai mal em torno de nós, com aquela pessoa que estamos seguros em nosso próprio paraíso. Nossa alma gêmea é alguém que compartilha de nossos anseios mais profundos, nosso senso de direção. Quando somos dois balões, e, juntos, nossa direção é para cima, as chances são de que já encontrou a pessoa certa. Nossa alma gêmea é o que torna a vida voltar à vida "-. Richard Bach
2. Um ser com "quem nos sentimos profundamente ligados, como se a comunicação ea comunhão que ocorrem entre nós não foram produto de esforços intencionais, mas sim uma graça divina. Esse tipo de relacionamento é tão importante para a alma que muitos já disseram que não há nada mais precioso na vida "-. Thomas Moore

Outros recursos:
Rádio mostra:
www.PetLifeRadio.com
Ouça "Alive Again" sobre a reencarnação de estimação.

Grupos do Facebook:
1. Grupo reencarnação animal de estimação para mais respostas
2. Pet Health & Q um grupo no Facebook          
páginas:
1. Brent Atwater Pet Fan Page Reencarnação para comunicação animal
2. Rainbow-Bridge-e the-Never-Ending-Love-Story-Pets-Animal-Reincarnation/484148501596646

 Livros: http://www.JustPlainLoveBooks.com
Brent Atwater
email: Brent@BrentAtwater.com
Website: www.BrentAtwater.com

E 'il vostro animale domestico la tua anima gemella?

Dal Reincarnation Animal libro:
Risposte a tutte le vostre domande! pagina 95:


Come può un animale essere la tua anima gemella? Il dizionario definisce l'anima gemella come "uno dei due esseri compatibili tra loro a disposizione, punto di vista, o la sensibilità per i quali si dispone di una profonda affinità." Alcuni credono che l'anima gemella è un essere con il quale abbiamo condiviso altre vite.

Qui di seguito sono 2 belle descrizioni che dicono tutto!:
Un anima gemella è la seguente:
1. "Quando ci sentiamo abbastanza sicuri da aprire i lucchetti, i nostri più veri un passo fuori e noi possiamo essere completamente e sinceramente chi siamo, possiamo essere amati per quello che siamo e non per quello che stiamo facendo finta di essere. Ogni svela la parte migliore dell'altro. Non importa cosa va male intorno a noi, con quella persona noi siamo al sicuro nel nostro paradiso. La nostra anima gemella è qualcuno che condivide i nostri desideri più profondi, il nostro senso di direzione. Quando siamo due palloni, e insieme la nostra direzione è alto, è probabile che abbiamo trovato la persona giusta. La nostra anima gemella è colui che rende la vita prende vita "-. Richard Bach
2. Un essere con "il quale ci sentiamo profondamente collegati, come se la comunicazione e la comunione che si svolgono tra noi non erano il prodotto di sforzi intenzionali, ma piuttosto una grazia divina. Questo tipo di relazione è così importante per l'anima che molti hanno detto che non c'è nulla di più prezioso nella vita "-. Thomas Moore

Radio mostra:
www.PetLifeRadio.com Ascolta "Alive Again" sulla reincarnazione animale domestico.

  Facebook Gruppi:
1. Reincarnazione gruppo Pet per altre risposte
2. Pet Health Q & A Group Facebook
          
  Pagine:
1. Brent Atwater Pet Fan Page reincarnazione per la comunicazione animale
2. Rainbow-Bridge-& the-Never-Ending-Love-Story-Pets-Animal-Reincarnation/484148501596646

 Libri: http://www.JustPlainLoveBooks.com


Brent Atwater
email: Brent@BrentAtwater.com
Website: www.BrentAtwater.com

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Est-il au courant de la situation et est-il approprié pour moi de lui demander de ne pas se réincarner?


Récemment, j'ai perdu mon emploi et mon animal. Est-il au courant de la situation et est-il approprié pour moi de lui demander de ne pas se réincarner?

Étant donné que vous et votre animal êtes connectés par le cœur, il vous comprend vous et vos besoins. Si c'est pour votre plus grand bien, ou qu'il s'agit d'une opportunité d'apprentissage, l'univers présentera ce qui est le mieux pour chacun d'entre vous. Le retour de votre animal et votre accord se basent sur le partage de votre parcours de vie, de ses leçons et de l'amour que vous échangez entre vous. Vous pouvez faire la demande d'un changement d'incarnation, mais c'est son choix d'honorer votre requête.


More resources: www.JustPlainLoveBooks.com


Brent Atwater Pet Loss & Animal Reincarnation Fan Page

Pet reincarnation group for more answers

Rainbow Bridge Reincarnation Wristband

Radio shows:

      
www.PetLifeRadio.com Listen to “Alive Again” about pet reincarnation.
Facebook Groups 
     
Pet Health Q & A Facebook Group
 Pages: 
       Celebrating a Pets Never Ending Love for Believers!

Brent Atwater
email: Brent@BrentAtwater.com
Website: www.BrentAtwater.com

Monday, September 17, 2012

Pet Reincarnation- English Springer Spaniel Union Jack Reincarnates 3 times!- RS


My name is Pete and I’m a Pet Ambassador of Hope! This is Union Jack's Never Ending Love Story! If you have more questions, please join our International Multilingual Animal Reincarnation Group on Facebook. I hope our story helps heal your heart and gives you Hope!

Jody Girl Returns as Union Jack  Then Reincarnates a 3rd Time as Little Jack
                  
     In the early 1980s, I used to give the stock market report on the radio. One day in October of 1982 when I turned on the dirt road where the radio station was located, this beautiful liver & white female English Springer spaniel puppy came up to my car and I immediately knew there was something special about her.
     I mentioned this puppy encounter to my brother and he told me he knew the girl who owned the puppy. She was a vet tech who originally planned to breed this pup but had changed her mind and was looking for a good home for her.
       After my brother mentioned that I thought the female Springer pup was special, she decided to give her to me.  When I was bringing my new female Springer pup home “The Girl Is Mine” by Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson played on the car radio which brought a smile to my face.   I named her Jody Girl after a girl in the bank.
             
    
In August of 1994, after giving me 12 wonderful years, my Jody Girl crossed over. I kept hearing “I Will Remember You” by Amy Grant on the radio. Here are some of the lyrics:
   “Look in my eyes while you’re near
    Tell me what’s happening here
    See that I don’t want to say good-bye
    Our love is frozen in time
     I’ll be your champion and you’ll be mine
     I will remember, I will remember you.”  
    
It was my Jody’s way of telling me that she didn’t want to say good-bye and was coming back to me.
      I missed my Jody Girl so much that I meditated and contacted the “other side.” I was told “to wait” and the guides would let me know when the time was right for her return. They proceeded to show me a liver & white male Springer Spaniel which surprised me because he was so big and I was looking for a female. They even called him Jack which I thought was too extraordinary.
 At the time, none of this made any sense to me.
     During December of 1994, for three days, I was overwhelmed missing my Jody Girl and was constantly tearing up. On the third day I started to feel better and got back to normal. I wrote everything down in a diary. Looking back, ironically the day the intensity of my pain of losing Jody Girl eased up, was (unbeknownst to me at the time), the day my reincarnate Union Jack had been born - December 19, 1994!
     In January of 1995, I had an overwhelming persistent inner urge to look in the classified ads and, sure enough, there was an ad for English Springer spaniel pups.
I was thrilled because I didn’t know anyone who actually bred quality Springer Spaniels locally. It turned out that I knew Juli the breeder from the early 70s.


 

   When I showed up to look at the pups, I picked each one up. One of the male pups wagged his tail when I held him, so I knew it must be Jack.
     While sitting around with Juli and her husband, they asked me what I was going to name him.  I told them Jack. The husband happened to mention the British Flag was called the Union Jack and suddenly a light bulb went on in my head.
    
Finally! The name Jack made sense to me. The Union Jack name brought it all together and it right because he was an
English Springer Spaniel!
 

When I got in my car to leave Juli’s house after my initial meeting with Union Jack as a pup, the song “After All” came on the radio. It was the Universe’s way, I feel, of letting me know Jody Girl had come back to me as Union Jack. Here are some of the lyrics:
     “Well, here we are again;
       I guess it must be fate.   
       We’ve tried it on our own,
       But deep inside we’ve known 
       We’d be back to set things straight.
       It all comes down to me and you.      
       I guess it’s meant to be,     
       Forever you and me, after all.”
      

     Then the first day I brought Union Jack home, he ran up to my Jody Girl's bed and just stood in front of it and stared.  A couple months later, I drove by my old house where I had lived with Jody Girl for most of her life and, all of a sudden, Jack got very excited and I thought he was going to jump through the car window.
     That's when I was convinced Jody Girl really had come back to me as Union Jack.  She recognized her old home!!

     Six months before Union Jack’s transition, his legs grew so weak I had to carry him up & down the stairs.
I knew Jack was getting ready to cross over so I would hug and kiss him when I carried him.
     
   
In early February of 2008, my beloved Union Jack, after giving me 13 loving and faithful years, crossed over. I was devastated to put it mildly. I still am! Jack was my faithful and loving companion who blessed my life for 13 years. I was listless and so lost without him.
    The other side has always communicated with me by giving me flashes of fluorescent blue at significant times. The “lost in a daydream of blue” lyrics alerted me to the fact that this particular song would have spiritual significance to me.
    So when Union Jack crossed over, and before Little Jack was born, the song from a Volvo commercial kept playing in my head.





The song was “I Adore You” by Melpo Mene with the lyrics:

      “Lost in a daydream of blue
       And I feel so free
       And then it’s like I fall from the sky
       Everything that I see is you
       And you should know that I’m
       Thinking about what you said
       When you held my hand
       Oh I adore you”


     It was also particularly interesting that they gave me this song because during Union Jack’s last days while he would be lying on his bed, I would pet him and hold his front paw telling him to be sure and come back to me. Even the part about “When you held my hand” also made sense. It was Union Jack telling me that he adored me and was coming back to me.   
    
At one point, before Little Jack was born and after Union Jack had passed, Union Jack’s vibes were so incredibly strong around me that I could feel him. I would even turn around to see if he was there. Of note, Union Jack’s vibes stopped being around me when Little Jack was born, although I did not know he had reincarnated at that time.
      All during March of 2008, I kept hearing Paul McCartney’s song “Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time” which I thought was strange for that time of year. Why would I be hearing a Christmas song in March?
     Then one morning towards the end of March, I had the urge to send some e-mails to a few Springer Spaniel breeders. I knew I was taking a shot in the dark but I felt compelled to do it anyhow. It was the same urge I had when I was guided to the classified ad for my Union Jack in the years before.
     On March 31, I received an email from one of the breeders who said I should contact a local breeder named Jeri who just had a new litter born on March 30th
.
    

 It turned out the breeder’s kennel name was “Yuletide Springers!” I later learned that my Union Jack’s father and grandfather came from Jeri’s Yuletide Springer bloodline. It was obvious to me that I was being “guided” and that was “why” I kept hearing McCartney’s Christmas song.
 
    When I pulled out Union Jack’s Certificate of Pedigree, low and behold, all of his Yuletide Springer’s ancestors were listed on it which added further confirmation.
     All this was right in front of me and I never knew it until I was guided to this information. All those events really let me know spiritual guidance is real and the process of how your prayers are answered! Another interesting note about this Yuletide litter, there were 4 male pups. Only one of those pups had the same markings as my previous Union Jack and Jody Girl.
  
     The other side had really made it easy for me to be guided to the right pup. Because of my incredible spiritual experiences with Union Jack and Jody Girl, I named my new Springer pup Union Jack II and call him Little Jack.
    
Because he was too young to come home yet, I would go visit Little Jack at Yuletide Springers. I kept hearing “Only Yesterday” by the Carpenters.

Here are some of the lyrics:
    
“I have found my home here in your arms
     Nowhere else on earth I’d really rather be
     Life waits for us
     Share it with me
     The best is about to be
     So much is left for us to see”
All I could think about was when I was carrying Union Jack in my arms and kissing him. I know the lyric “I have found my home here in your arms” had something to do with Union Jack communicating to me about “the best is yet to be” as new Little Jack.
       On May 27th, when Little Jack was eight weeks old, I brought him home. He immediately started playing with my other dog and was totally unconcerned about his new surroundings. It was like he had always been here!
     For about three days, he did a lot of the same things that Big Jack did right before he passed. I call them carryovers which are really confirmations.
    
One night approximately six weeks after I brought Little Jack home, he was sleeping on the floor while I was on my computer. I looked down at my new sleeping pup and super imposed over his body was the image of Union Jack sitting up and looking directly at me for a few moments.
     I KNEW that my Union Jack was confirming that he had, indeed, come back to me. This was no hallucination! It was the most vivid heartfelt confirmation I’ve ever experienced. It was as real as my breath. I knew what it was about and was so t
hankful to know that my Union Jack was back with me!
    As you know, the eyes are the window of the soul and sometimes when I glance at Little Jack, it’s like Union Jack is looking back at me. I can see it in his eyes. It sends chills down my spine. When people meet Little Jack for the first time, a lot of them remark how much he looks like Union Jack which I think is a subconscious response because, spiritually speaking, he really is my Union Jack.
 


I wanted to share my story since a lot of people don’t understand or know what I have experienced. Juli the breeder told me pets are our guardian Angels. I know that to be true.
     I truly believe this loving soul, who came to me as Jody Girl, and then Union Jack and now Little Jack are reincarnations.
     All three of them were/are liver and white English Springer Spaniels and a part of my soul.
   
                    I call them my Three Angels.

              
Excerpt from the book "I'm Home! a Dog's Never Ending Love Story" by Brent Atwater

 

Pet Reincarnation- Cat Story: Finding Grey & White Cat Gunner Again as Chi the Tiger Striped KItty!

My name is Diane and I’m a Pet Ambassador of Hope!  This is Gunner's Never Ending Love Story!   If you have more questions, please join our International Multilingual Animal Reincarnation Group on Facebook.   I hope our story helps heal your heart and gives you Hope!


Finding Gunner
There are no ordinary cats   (Colette)

     I found him again…six months after his death.

     Just as my animal communicator said I would. And she would have known. She had worked with me and my cats for years. She said my beautiful dark-striped tabby would be back. But WOULD HE REALLY?? I always wondered about animal reincarnation…I believed that people would reincarnate; but would my tabby boy come back?

     And would I REALLY I find him…?

     He was, simply put, a gorgeous, dark tabby I had to put down six months earlier.  He was my prince, incredibly gorgeous feral cat that died too soon…a magnificent animal he was. A cat I was going to adopt from the mean streets of DC; just because I KNEW he “belonged” with me.
     I’d spent three months getting to know him; loving him, expecting nothing in return. He came to trust me. He came to love me. And on that very joyous day that he was to come home with me, on that day
I had taken him to my vet to get him thoroughly  cleaned up so that he could finally come home with me for good, I discovered instead that he was riddled with feline aids.
     Three times the vet had tested him for aids. Three times his test came back positive. He had been handed a death sentence, living on the streets, long before I even knew him and even as I was becoming his only friend, he was already dying.

      I never even got to say goodbye to him…he had already been put down before the vet called me to tell me the news. I was devastated.
I cried non-stop for three days running. It was October of 1998. Winter was coming and I was inconsolable.

      But my communicator said he was coming back…in March, she said, with all of the rains.
      So I went searching for him. In March, I went searching.  My communicator stated he would be white with perhaps some gray on him. And when I first saw him in the bareness of that rescue shelter, with all of his siblings already gone to their own forever homes, I decided to visit with him for just a bit. After all, I’d already checked a couple of other shelters and no kitty fitting his color description had appeared.

     I asked the rescue shelter assistant to bring him out of his cage and she did. She set him squarely on the floor. He promptly began running in small circles around me. I heard his voice in my head, “I’m Special!. I’m Special!”
     I saw his tuba tummy bounce to and fro as he ran in circles round and round me again “I’m Special!,” he squealed, skinny legs and a tuba tummy bouncing as he ran. He reminded me somewhat of a scrappy little rat- bulging eyes and all.

      He was mostly gray…the kind of steel gray that covers a military tank. He had one full white leg and three white tipped paws. His body was filled with the blue-tank gray on the upside and underneath, his tummy was pure white.

    I didn’t know for sure WHO he was… I cannot say with certainty that I knew it was my tabby prince come back to me…I could not swear it was my lost feral friend.  I only know that he came home with me that day. He came to his forever home yowling in the car every “step” of the way.

     I named him Gunner. Like the steel gray of tank color he was. Strong.  Enduring.  And tough…so he wouldn’t get sick again. So he would not go away again.  I named him after a tank.

      I couldn’t wait to call my communicator friend. Is it HIM????????? IS IT HIM!!!  She just laughed and said, “Yes, you’ve got your little guy.” So I listened intently as she began talking with Gunner, aka, my tabby prince returned.

     Gunner told her we’d been together many lifetimes before. We were together in Egypt during the reign of Cleopatra. We lived, and died again, during the great plague that swept England in the mid-14th century.  And in the 1900’s he’d lived with me in a big drafty house.

I was an old woman with a crooked nose. It was a cold house and I always wore a shawl. He loved to play with the fringe on my shawl.

He said though I had had many cats, he was MY FAVORITE. 

    And now, we were to begin our life together. Again.  Gunner and me.

    He grew from a scrawny, bug-eyed kitten into the beautiful, magnificent, arrogant and wonderful love of my life-

     And though I loved my other kitties too, Gunner was MY FAVORITE.  To say we had a connection would be an understatement. He was my soul. He was my reason for coming home every night.. And he knew it.

      I would sing to him, “Love ya like rain darlin’---always fallin’---just to pass my way…” ¹
and I sang and sang to him this song all of the time… It was HIS song.

     Gunner and I spent many wonderful years together. But he had definite ideas about how he was to be treated. For example, I learned to be very respectful of his need for boundaries, (really now, a cat with boundaries???). Once he actually “slugged” me with his paw because I came upon him too quickly ready to plant a kiss on his nose.

      He protected me in the most un-cat like way…Because every time the doorbell rang Gunner ran towards the door. Growling…grrrrrrrrrrrrr…waiting at the door until I opened it so that he could see who was on the other side.

     He waited at the door to stealthily creep out into the world beyond the confines of his forever home; outside into the big world, a dangerous, urban world with cars flying and kids with pellet guns and raccoons with rabies. Into that world he’d race, with me running flat out behind him, “Gunner, GET BACK HERE NOW!!”….He must have remembered his years on the streets in his “before life” because he fought to get back outside whenever he could.

     To this day, thank God that Gunner never suffered injury or accident from all of his successful escapes outside. For me, every second he strayed from home brought the fear back into my heart of losing him again. Too soon. Don’t go Gunny. Don’t…and he didn’t.

     He would always return. I see him as I write these words, walking towards my front door, ready to go back inside. Walking, arrogantly towards my front door, as if to say, “I’m ready to go back inside now; what’s the big deal?” I never knew with any certainty whether I was going to grab him and lick him up, so grateful was I that he was home.

OR, whether I’d beat the living gray and white out of him, so frustrated was I that he’d escaped in the first place.

     Did I mention he was arrogant? He would flagrantly mis-behave in front of me; RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. He’d taunt my older kitty unmercifully, (sixteen years of age she was, and gradually “disappearing” from her physical body).   He’d climb onto my kitchen counter where a hot chicken dinner was waiting for me   -except  Gunner got to it first. I will say, that after he’d finished with it, it was still hot. But that was about it.

      In moments of my fierce anger at him I’d swat him. Fast. Hard. On the bottom. And then he’d come and “kiss” me. Go figure. What’s not to love about my Gunny. He was incredibly forgiving of my anger and my discipline after he’d driven me to the brink of tolerance. His forgiveness was seductive. He’d head butt me persistently for a “kiss”, after his escapades, even as his bottom must have been smarting from the backhand I’d just dealt it. His willingness to “kiss” and make up enabled me to breathe deeply of his smell-his baby-all-boy-cat smell.

     He loved me like no other kitty I’d ever known-…he dropped his body into mine every night at bedtime…flopped right into my stomach he did, and stayed all night.   His padded paw, in the midnight hour, would stroke my cheek so softly I thought I was dreaming it. Until he’d start licking my face. Until I woke up, in the midnight hour, to see him gazing so intently at me…I love you, his eyes would say. I love you too Gunny.

     And he WAILED ALOUD every-time I left the house-WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (oh geesh! The neighbors can hear you, Gunner!)  So that whenever I left home for a few days I would always tell him how many moons until I came back.  I always came back. Home was wherever Gunner was. 

     What more is there to say? My Gunny and me…so often looking into his liquid gold cat eyes and thinking the worst…when WILL I lose you this time…? I know it sounds horrible but that was the place in my heart where my worst fears took me. I desperately clung to a life with Gunner. I clung too much. I know. That’s what love does when you’ve lost it once and it comes back to give you a second chance. My life with Gunny was our second chance. Or at least the only second chance I could ever remember having with a soul that mattered as much to me as his did.

     So that when the end DID come I almost wasn’t surprised…  Because, in my life, I wasn’t used to things turning out the way I’d wanted them to.

      I saw him start to go…I remember…he was slowly becoming an older kitty. In the year 2008 he started going downhill…urinary problems, an enlarged heart. Cardiomyopathy. He began losing weight, my big beautiful tank of a boy…he stopped eating. He stopped playing. By the middle of 2009 I was seriously realizing that our time together was severely limited.

     I packed him off to the vet. He HATED going there. I always knew why he hated it. It was where his short life ended THE LAST TIME. And he knew this. Still I took him. Because I didn’t for a moment believe he couldn’t be fixed.

     He was simply too young to die. No matter. He died anyway. It was his time to go. And when I could no longer deny that it was his time to go, I let go too. I gave up.

      I remember our last night together. He knew it was our last…how gently he wrapped himself inside my tummy and lay with me that night. He licked my wicked teary face; he didn’t leave my bed.

     And the next day, packing him off to the vet for the last time, I sang to him as I watched him go softly…even as I shut down inside…I sang to him “Love ya like rain darlin’…always fallin’…” with the tears that interrupted my voice in song, I wept…and he slept. He left.

       When he left I started falling…falling bad. Such denial. So distraught. Each day, after Gunny left, I, got up out of bed. I went to work. I came home, I paid my bills, I even forced a gaiety over the holidays that I never once really felt.  Even as I went through all of the motions of living, in reality, I just shut down. 

     Gunny. Come back.

     It was December. It was cold. And I felt hopeless without my cat. People thought it odd…my inability to just “get over it”. But I ignored them. I didn’t care what they thought. I didn’t care much about anything.

     Until…in desperation…I decided I had to find him. I knew I had to find him. And I knew it could be done. After all, why else was I working with my animal communicator all these years, if not to find my kitties and “be with them” over and over again.
            
 I began taking my own interspecies communication classes so that I could get back to Gunner. Someway, somehow, I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. My animal communicator had become indispensable to me then… until I was more practiced at “finding” Gunner on my own. She became my vehicle for finding him for me.

      After his death, my communicator contacted Gunner. He told her that on the day I’d let him go, he had gone to sleep and had woken up in a large, beautiful green field on the other side of rainbow bridge. The field he woke up in had many other cats in it. He said he didn’t know that he was dead. But he expected all of the other cats in the field he woke up in to bow down to him (yes, that’s my boy…)

     The other cats had to explain to Gunner that he was dead. Once he understood that was no longer on the earth plane he stated to my communicator that he knew he had a job to do on the other side.
     He said it was his job to be there for all of the kitties crossing over rainbow bridge that didn’t know they were dead yet. Just like him. He would tell them the truth. He would be there to guide them after they woke up on the other side.

       I remember, with a real wariness, asking my communicator if Gunner was coming back-I was terrified of the answer. And I had reason to be.  He would not be coming back anytime soon, said she.

Several years in fact, before he came back. He told her we had much spiritual work to do apart .  His job on the other side was important. And my job on this side was to stay on the path of animal spirit-without him.

     My communicator consoled me with the statement that he WOULD BE coming back, one day; and he would ALWAYS be with me in spirit until then.  And I believed her. I believed him.

     Despite my grief over Gunner I still had three other cats to care for. There was Butler, Talia and my roommate’s sweet boy, Rowdy.  So I knew I had to keep going, whatever that meant. After all, my entire world was off kilter with the loss of Gunner. My world was dead-upside down. All wrong. Completely wrong and without meaning.

     I remember that I started working with my communicator and our local animal shelter to set up an animal communication workshop; one-day workshop that would allow people the opportunity to learn how to communicate with their own animals.
     Setting up the workshop would require my effort and focus to bring it about. I made a decision to begin classes with another communicator so that I could begin learning the art of interspecies communication. 
I even “found” Gunner once in a bittersweet attempt to “see” him.

     One cold night as I sat in front of the fireplace, I focused deeply on grounding myself in preparation for connecting with him. He came to me in a very clear vision.  He was “herding” a group of cats, way up there…he was so beautiful…he said to me, “Why are you so sad?”  And I cried, “I want you HERE-please come home.”  He disappeared from my “vision” as quickly as he’d arrived.

    After that, I didn’t want to “find” him anymore… What good was it really, when it was only the length of a heartbeat that I saw him; just a wisp of a breath of time I was “with him”…before returning to a concrete and meaningless world without him…Despite this, I slowly started to accept that I needed to be very patient. I had faith that one day, he’d be back.

    And he did come back. Against everything I’d been told by my communicator; against all odds and opposition, and to my complete and utter amazement to what I believed would NOT happen for years-he came back.

     It was six months after his death that I found him again

    It was April of this year, with all of the rains coming. I was at work, causally browsing the adoptable kitten website attached to the rescue shelter where the animal communication workshop was to be held.

     As I aimlessly “wandered” through the website of countless pictures of adoptable kitties, I would click on a kitty picture, just to look. I wasn’t looking for Gunner. He wasn’t coming back for years. But I was bored at work-the meaningless life I was living was more pronounced at work.
I’d not been happy with my work for several years; long before I lost Gunner.

     I remember clicking onto various kitty photos on the rescue shelter website. Some of the kitties had multiple pictures. None were as beautiful as my Gunner.  I clicked onto a picture of a tiny, striped orange tabby kitten. A tiny orange-stripped nothing of a kitten.                         
                                    
 This one had several photos attached to his profile. I clicked on the second picture of him, though I was quickly getting bored and I needed to get back to my meaningless job... Clicked once more onto the third and final picture of this scrawny, little bug-eyed kitty and got the shock of my life! I stared…I just stared at this photo. 
     I felt the “hit” in my gut like someone had sucker punched me-
I began crying (this is RIDICULOUS!) right there at my desk.   Dunno why…something grabbed me and shook me.  I looked at that picture again and it was HIM! I swear, staring back at me with the goofiest most wonderful eyes I’d ever seen…

     I grabbed my cell phone and I ran downstairs out of the office. The shock of what I had seen threw me upside down…I needed time to compose myself-I needed time to do the unthinkable…confirm or deny what my heartfelt to be true.

     I was afraid to say it. But something incredibly unforeseen and unexpected was miraculously happening. There was only one person that I felt could confirm or deny what I felt I knew in my heart of hearts!  
     I called my communicator. With every nerve in my body spastic and my heart up in my throat, I called her. “Please”, I said, “tell me if it’s HIM?” She replied, “It’s HIM”. In fact, he told her, (in that arrogant, matter-of-fact Gunner way), that he wanted to know what I was waiting for and to go get him immediately! So I did.
   
When I picked him up, he wailed in the car all the way home. He head butts me for kisses like nobody’s business. He lets me know in many little ways just exactly who he is. He tries to escape outside the confines of his forever home. He sleeps with me every night; falling into my body, into my abdomen at night, making us one together instead of two separate beings.
 
    His name is Chi, the Chinese word for energy.

     Chi, aka, Gunner, is home.  I honestly cannot state that this happiness I feel inside with his return is anything other than the contentment of knowing that my world is right-side up again.

     Some people experience an incredible, overwhelming joy with the return of their reincarnated pet. My “joy” with Gunner’s return is the knowledge that all is well.  My world works again. I have meaning in my life again. I found Gunner. Again.