From The Other Side:              By Rita M. Reynolds

Far too much evidence has been shown that life and living continues beyond the point called death. The journey here, only continues onward, outward into unbounded realms as energy called 'soul' or 'spirit' that can never be "gone" forever - or at all! People continually write in, email, or call about their experiences with the soul of their animal companion returning with a message, or to help, even to send another dog or cat to care for their grieving human friend left behind. Some such animal souls send messages through animal communicators, or to those who are intuitively aware of the soul's presence around them. You will find these messages and experiences on this page. If you have an experience to share, let us know and we will post it here.

Wanting Them To Know by Damian, a Once-and-Always Dog

Drifting, I left my body To be with Light - sparkles, glimmers, The upsurging, rushing Gush of light. No darkness then, Only peace. My family waited sadly, Earthbound awhile yet. But I was free, Exuberant! If they could only know It would lessen their tears and pain….

Stationary, I settle by them, Look into their watery eyes And send love: Streaming, glistening, rolling love And love and love: I am reborn of light; let them know, Please! And I shall walk And run and play in joy And to my family I will return again. Ahhhh!

Kashmir	By Peter Smyle, Burlington, Vermont

Kashmir was my wonderful friend of twelve and a half years…an absolute joy to be with. She faced a multitude of health issues and refused to see them as burdens. Between sheer enthusiasm on her part and loving support on the part of myself and everyone who knew her she was always upbeat, happy, affectionate, engaging, talkative, fearless just to name a few of her attributes.

Before Kashmir turned four she suddenly ruptured a disc in her back and it paralyzed her hind end. Within an hour of calling my vet and bringing her there he had me go to a specialist who he said was better at this type of surgery than he was. I was thinking this could be the end of the road for her. She could not stand at all. When he told me there was a chance she could walk again after the surgery I was encouraged. I immediately became discouraged when he told me the cost. But when I looked into her eyes and saw she was nowhere ready to give up I said “Let’s do it.” I had to borrow most of the money…but it was worth it.

We picked her up after two days there. She still was immobile but her appetite was fine and the sparkle in her eyes was right there…We would move Kashmir’s back legs in a walking motion and tell her she would walk again. It took a few months but she did. Once she got used to it again there was no stopping her. She could stand perfectly. She could run uphill, swim, and still chase things.

In March (2004) I noticed her neck was swollen so I brought her into the vet. The fine needle aspirate he took indicated lymphoma. [After trying to treat her with prednisone with no improvement] her condition worsened through the weekend. The last three days she couldn’t even get up on her own. So I had to carry her….

The vet concurred that there wasn’t anything more we could do. So I held her and petted her and kissed her and told her how much I loved her. Then he gave her the shot and she quietly stopped breathing. Her pain was over. Mercifully she wasn’t sick for long and if she was, she didn’t give any indication of it.

There was one incident [after her death] in which I definitely felt Kashmir’s presence. They (Kashmir and Peter’s other dog, T-Shirt) frequently would sleep up on my bed, Kashmir more than T-Shirt, and she always needed help to get on the bed. T-Shirt always lay down near my feet while Kashmir would be up nearer my head. One morning as I was waking I could feel Kashmir’s heartbeat on the bed. It was distinctly hers. I knew it was a visit from her. It lasted about 5 or 10 minutes. It was truly a great experience. ~