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Talking to the Animals, Part Two |
Sharon Baldwin | 6/30/08
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Read Part One
We see into the soul through those colorful portals of amber, obsidian, and emerald. Our eyes are mirrors that express our feelings. Who wouldn’t smile at the adoration expressed in our animals’ soft eyes and furry faces?
I’ve shared friendship with many four-legged beings through the years. They’ve stuck with me through good times and bad. Never complaining, always there, offering unconditional love. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all our human relationships faired as well?
 I cringe at the abuse I’ve seen and am glorified at the number of people who give critters a second chance in a loving home. I’ve walked through animal shelters and sale barns and seen the hopeful looks on so many faces. It’d be nice to be in a position to save them all, although that’s a bit unrealistic. We can, though, make a difference. These animals do need people. When they’ve been raised with human contact, most still crave the interaction and pack instinct that is so integral to survival. They ask so little — a kind word, a gentle hand and a full belly.
I’ve rescued several horses, including one from near starvation who went on to be Grand Champion 1/2 Arabian Mare at Halter. Mack, the Malamute, my companion here in Colorado, came to Kaila (my old Shepherd who I had for more than 12 years from a NC shelter) and I. We couldn’t find his people, so we decided he needed to stay with us.
Last week, I worked with two adopted dogs — a Lab and a Shepherd. The Lab’s person wasn’t sure why his dog woofed at certain times, so we asked. Misty sarcastically replied, “He knows what I want and doesn’t need to be told.” Hmm, well, okay. The Shepherd has a very protective instinct and his barking at other dogs is very insistent. He did say, “He’d try to tone it down.”
Thanks, big guy.
I had occasion to work with an aged horse years ago that had been adopted. He showed me a picture of a lone tree in a green pasture, beside a pond. There was a short, dark-haired girl there as well. I relayed this information and got stunned looks from several people. “Isn’t that the place right up the road?” One girl asked. “Didn’t Jane raise this horse?”
So I asked the horse, “Is this what you’re showing me, the girl who raised you?”
“Yes,” he said. “I’d like to see her before I pass.”
I conveyed this to his people, and we all swiped tears. The girl was found, and it seems she had to move away and couldn’t take her horse. She drove several hours to see him, and they spent an afternoon together. The horse died quietly in his sleep a day later.
Do animals need people? Of course they do!
Writer Sharon Baldwin performs animal communication services from her office in Mancos, Colorado. Private sessions are available by emailing critterbanter@gmail.com. |
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