FYI, this one is longer than usual. But worth it, I think.

I mentioned in a previous blog that death is prevalent for us this year – humans and animals. While most humans have gotten very skewed in how we think of and accept death (with fear, resentment, and anger), animals have not. To them, it’s a natural process. Humans can put their fear of death and fear of loss of a companion into the mix when facing an animal’s death, which makes it harder for the animal. Frequently, we don’t know what to do, or what’s the best thing to do for them. Perhaps these two articles can help.

They are from Animal Communicator Supreme (my title for her), Anna Breytenbach and Animal Communicator Liesl Kruger. Their websites, respectively, are www.animalspirit.org and www.spiritusvictoria.com.

While I don’t know Liesl, I know Anna is amazing. I first saw her on a YouTube video of her communicating with a black leopard named Diabolo. He was rescued, placed in a new, spacious facility and was too angry to adapt. She was called in to help. And she did, which amazed and dumbfounded the owner of the facility who didn’t believe in animal communication. He became a believer. Check out her YouTube channel for coverage of that encounter and her other work, including a Guided Meditation for Interspecies Communication.

I believe any information that helps us understand our animals better not only helps our animals, it helps us, too. As animals teach us so much, perhaps we can learn from their thoughts as translated by these two amazing women.


by Anna Breytenbach

One afternoon I arrived at a friend’s house to discover her in tears at news the vet had just given her. After her dog’s sudden breathlessness on the usual daily uphill walk, she’d taken him to the doctor who diagnosed lung cancer. Advanced and untreatable, it was terminal. Despite her gorgeous golden retriever looking perfectly healthy and behaving normally back at home now, he’d been given three months to live. Of course she asked me to communicate with him about his physical condition, emotional feelings and the difficult period ahead. My friend is also a realist who believes in miracles, so she wanted to know what intervention her dog wanted to heal the cancer and continue a full and healthy life.

When the telepathic conversation with the sweet dog turned to what his choice was, he conveyed the energetic message of wanting to leave his body and disperse into Oneness… like a pure white cloud gently dissolving and becoming one with the blue sky. I asked him if he wanted assistance in leaving his body – which is how I describe “euthanasia” to animals, because that’s what it amounts to on a practical level. He replied that it wouldn’t be necessary, because he was ready to go sooner rather than later, before physical suffering became an issue. He told me that the one and only thing needed for him to be able to transition naturally and peacefully would be his caregiver’s overt and conscious decision to let him go. When I duly passed on this message to her, my friend reacted badly. She was very attached to the idea of a miraculous cure for her beloved pooch; in fact as a healer herself, she insisted upon it! I was shouted at and then ignored, so I went off to bed without supper.

At around midnight my friend woke me, saying she’d prayed about the situation and realised that it wasn’t her place to hold another being back from their path, and that she indeed did have to let him go as an act of unconditional love. She wanted me to tell her dog that she was sincerely able to let him go, despite her enormous sadness. When I passed on her change of mind and heart to her canine companion, he was hugely relieved and all anxiety left his field. He also gave me an astonishing message: that he would leave his body within the next 12 hours, so if she wanted to be alongside him when he transitioned, she had better stay in his presence that very night. As this information was coming from a dog who was breathing normally at home, eating, drinking, playing and generally behaving like a completely healthy animal, it seemed outlandish. But I’ve long ago learned that another’s truth is not ours to edit in the retelling. So I once again passed along the message (somewhat nervously, you might imagine). Silently, with raised eyebrows and a quizzical look, my friend dragged a mattress through to the living room floor and set up a cosy bed next to her dog. I sat with them in stillness until they both fell asleep. At sunrise, my friend awoke – and her dog didn’t. He had slipped away quietly in the night, leaving his body furled in a forever-embrace in her loving arms.

This situation could not have been orchestrated, arranged or induced by human will. The moment we want something to be a certain way or in a certain timing, we humans are overriding what is busy unfolding naturally. Animals sense when their time is near. Yes, the survival imperative also exists and is relevant but animals don’t argue with the inevitable. They know that pain and suffering are a part of life. They have no resistance to that fact. Survival instinct is real, and so too is their acceptance of not surviving when the time is right. In general, they appreciate quality of life over quantity/length of physical life. They are tuned in to what is happening and the possible paths before them. Without will but rather with wisdom, they can choose accordingly. In the river of life, they can deeply surrender to the downstream flow – more easily when there aren’t competing “upstream” forces like human attachment or ideas holding them back.

We humans may wonder about animal behaviour that we witness around the time of dying. Often as an animal’s body and awareness recede from the physical realm, they seek a quiet place in which to pass. Even the most domesticated of pets might try to crawl under a bush in the garden or hide somewhere. Physical dying is a very personal journey, and we’d do well to honour the one who wants space for those moments. We can support them emotionally and energetically without having to be touching them or disturbing them with sometimes overwhelming sensory stimulation, including our own human feelings.

When a beloved passes, the animal friends left behind often return again and again to places frequented by the deceased: whether the favourite dog blanket or the shady place on the lawn or the pile of elephant bones far away…
No matter what the species, animals know when a loved one has passed. Their visiting the familiar places is not a case of confusion or searching for the deceased. Rather, it’s a form of remembrance. Sometimes even grieving.

In my experience, all non-humans view physical death simply as a transition in one’s state of being. It’s not an end at all. Even dropping the body is not an end as our essential, non-separate core continues beyond form. As Albert Einstein asserted: “Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another.”

In the worldly and wondrous circle of life, our human bodies’ physical remains will one day be pushing up the daisies (as the saying goes) … or weeds or algae or other less romanticised lifeforms. “From dust to dust” isn’t merely a metaphor. What a treat to be able to conceptualise and appreciate these facts with our minds while we wear brains as part of our earthsuit. True Knowing, though, is a felt and lived internal experience. One thing is for certain: we will fully know the Mystery of our true nature at the moment of our transition beyond form. Our essence is eternal, and one day we will again abide in that infinite delight.


An Animal Communicator’s Story of Euthanasia

by Liesl Kruger, Animal Communicator

As an aspiring beginner horse rider in my early 30’s I was invited to ride my friend’s horse Springbok Park, or “Sparky” as we knew him. He was a thoroughbred that was dumped after his short racing career came to an end (as is the fate with most of these horses once their alleged usefulness is over). A big, shiny coppery chestnut with a thin white blaze, he was a beautiful gentle being. When my friend could not keep Sparky any longer I offered to take him in – by then I had four of my own horses and had moved to a farm. Sparky could enjoy his last years in big grassy paddocks surrounded by a couple of mares that he adored so much. And he has a very special place in my heart, being the one that allowed me to truly discover what it means to grow wings on the back of a horse.

A couple of years went by and when Sparky was 27 years old, I felt that the time for him to leave this life was approaching. He was increasingly struggling with the coldness of the winters and the heat of the summers. Among other chronic health issues, his flexor tendons finally gave in, making walking a slow and uncomfortable process. My increasing sense of “knowing” this was then confirmed by Sparky through telepathic communication – so we decided on the day, dug the hole and contacted the veterinarian. Throughout this process, I kept myself very close to him, in particular on an emotional and spiritual level. It was a beautiful honour to support my friend through his last days on this plane and somehow be there for him as his spirit prepared to transition and embark on the next leg of his journey.

On the morning of the designated day, we took him for a last walk and it was incredible to see this old horse, usually riddled with stiffness and shuffling along, walking next to us at a brisk pace with his head held high.

The vet arrived a bit later and I went to fetch Sparky who understood and came willingly. We smudged his resting place with white sage to clear the energy. I also smudged his physical body and his aura.

After the last goodbyes, and a few final moments, it was time to let him go.

As the vet prepared the injection, Sparky actually went down on his knees of his own accord and turned his neck sideways to make it easier for the vet to find a vein with sufficient blood flow to administer the lethal dose effectively. Sparky essentially helped the vet do what needed to be done – in clear confirmation that he was ready for his transition.

He left peacefully as the sun was shining and our hearts were filled with so much love and gratitude for him and his life. Sparky showed me how death – something that fills the human heart with so much fear – can be a beautiful thing. Involving him in the discussion and the decision-making and then preparing him for his transition not only made the process easier for him and for us, but left me so humble and grateful, knowing what can be accomplished if our hearts are open. The vet was astounded and said that he had never experienced anything like this and that it was a miracle. Maybe it was a miracle… one of respect, love and communication between sentient beings. Fly high, Sparky Boy.

I offer this with love and gratitude…

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