A Story About Pam
A childhood story I would like to share........
I’ve known I could communicate with animals way before I understood my other abilities. My Mother used to tell a story about a very young me, barely able to walk, who she had left sitting on the front lawn on a blanket for “just a second” to go inside for something. When she returned, I was standing at the edge of our yard, holding out my hand to a very large dog. As she held her breath, expecting the dog to bite me or worse, she saw the dog put his head down to me so I could touch his head. I just love that story. I have no memory of this.
Another story..........
As a youngster, I had outside male cats. They were only outside because my Dad was not a fan of cats. They were always bringing me their "gifts" of an injured or dead animal. I would gently take the injured rabbit, bird or whatever out of their mouths and bring into our garage, where I had a box especially for the injured. It had a towel inside and I would place the injured animal in the box and watch over it. Mom didn't say what I was doing with it but I spent time, every day, out there in the garage until it died. I have a vague memory of holding them and crying when they died. My Mom would always help me bury the animal in our backyard and she says I always said a few words.
I’ve known I could communicate with animals way before I understood my other abilities. My Mother used to tell a story about a very young me, barely able to walk, who she had left sitting on the front lawn on a blanket for “just a second” to go inside for something. When she returned, I was standing at the edge of our yard, holding out my hand to a very large dog. As she held her breath, expecting the dog to bite me or worse, she saw the dog put his head down to me so I could touch his head. I just love that story. I have no memory of this.
Another story..........
As a youngster, I had outside male cats. They were only outside because my Dad was not a fan of cats. They were always bringing me their "gifts" of an injured or dead animal. I would gently take the injured rabbit, bird or whatever out of their mouths and bring into our garage, where I had a box especially for the injured. It had a towel inside and I would place the injured animal in the box and watch over it. Mom didn't say what I was doing with it but I spent time, every day, out there in the garage until it died. I have a vague memory of holding them and crying when they died. My Mom would always help me bury the animal in our backyard and she says I always said a few words.