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Originally Posted by Brinty

In the interview with Dolores Cannon on Coast to Coast, she said that animals have souls. I've often wondered how, or if, their souls are in some way affected by being much loved pets.

You read, in places like Readers' Digest, where pets get left behind in a major house shift and months later turn up footsore and weary at their new home. There was one story I read where a young boy had a pet pigeon. The lad had to go into hospital and one morning when the nurse came into his room, there, fluttering at the window was a pigeon. She went to chase it away but the young fellow told her to let it come in because it was his pet pigeon.

It appears then, that spirits or souls, of different creatures can communicate with each other. Just imagine how wonderful it would be if we could achieve this in our everyday existence. How many times have you wondered what your pet was saying? And, how many times do you actually know what your pet is saying?

The power of unconditional love, and the distances it covers, is amazing.

hey brinty ... i love reading your posts young man ... you have much wisdom behind your clever comical side ...

i have two dogs ... they are german shorthaired pointers ... the young gal is just double trouble ... the nine year old male i swear is a soul within a canine costume ... he is eighty five pounds but a gentle giant ... so sensitive he has always been to our emotions ... doesn't do well at all in the midst of any human confrontation ...

a few times now while outside with him ... some twilight zonish things have occurred ...

one time i was gardening ... it was a beautiful sunny day ... just he and i around and he sat very close to me ...

suddenly he sat up and his head lifted to the south ... and his eyes closed with his nose in the air ... i hadn't a clue what he was up to ...

moments later a wind arrived ... it wasn't just a soft breeze and yet it wasn't harsh ... it was though obvious ...

and clouds rapidly rolled in ... i didn't know where they came from ... and the sky darkened somewhat ... whatever did happen to the bright of the afternoon we were just experiencing ...

i felt perhaps i should finish up what i was doing ... in case a storm was building ... i wasn't certain ...

my dog "moose" ... stopped me with his paw ... i looked to him again but the entire time his head was still up to the south and his eyes remained closed ... the wind was now moving his floppy ears ... he cared not ...

so i put my garden tool down and observed him ...

from him ... a voice spoke ... telepathically ... but oh so clear ... spoke he was a shaman ... that he needed to tell me something ... and of course i listened for this was not "normal" ...

he spoke that mother earth weeps ... weeps for what is beoming of her ... weeps for her inhabitants ... her love for her people and all living things ... that time was running out ... that the thinking of the planet must make way for the feeling for it ... that it was the thinking of the planet that made her weep ... that she felt for her landscapes ... people and creatures ... but that the people have forgotten to feel for her ...

anyway ... i could not move while i listened ... i was so saddened ... and the voice from my handsome dog concluded speaking there is still time ...

moose had never opened his eyes once and never moved his head ... when he finished ... the wind began to blow hard ... i had chills up my spine ...

then suddenly it stopped blowing ... it was dead calm ... i looked over at moose who now brought his head down and opened his eyes ... tears were in my dogs eyes ... he looked at me ... i could only shake my head ... he understood i understood ... he then got up and walked off for a snooze ... and i was left there ... i was no longer in a mood to garden ... what just happened i wondered ...

no sooner did i wonder did the sun start to appear one more ... its rays warmed the afternoon once more ...

certain dogs have souls ... this i know ... i have one ...

the other ... she's still a goof ... goofs are good too ...