In what way, however simple, have you felt like you’ve communicated with an animal? Like talking without words
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We all communicate with our pets by understanding their body language and “meow” and “bow wow”, etc. But have you ever had a moment of true understanding and communication with an animal? What happened?
My friend tonight was telling me how he was meditating (he’s a Buddhist) and for the first time tried thinking kindness thoughts towards his old cranky cat as part of his meditation… and normally this cat is very quiet and calm when he meditates… but as soon as he started meditating about his cat, the cat started howling weirdly!
That’s a far-out example… and I’ve never had any spooky communication like that with my own pets. But have you had a moment when you were sure that an animal understood what you were thinking, or vice versa?
(no violent “I’m going to kill you” answers, please)
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I forgot to feed my cat, and he did a turd in mybedroom. I think he was trying to say something.
One thing I noticed is that our dog/cat will occasionally go near the main door and wait for my spouse to come home about 5-10 minutes before she arrived.
There is no way where the pet could have heard or smelled something, it was still too great of a distance.
And I observed the pet, it wouldn’t just occasionally go to the door and wait around for a while just in case. It only went to the door at the right times.
My dog seems to have different expressions. When she wants “OUT NOW”! When she wants to play fetch (which is almost 24/7!) And when she has had enough of the kids pawing her and wrestling her on the floor.
I have to mention a remarkable thing my pet rat Precious did. She was very ill and we had to padlock her cage doors because she had worked out how to open them. She was reluctant to go to bed that night but we put her back in her cage, she was extremely weak with illness.
At about 2am I was woken by her crawing up my arm in bed! Even though she was so weak we turned on the light and the cage bars were bent – God knows how she’d forced them out and slipped out whilst still p[adlocked, and made her way from teh table across the room and into our bed just to be with us.
After comforting her, I moved her cage to my bedside and she was ok. The next day she was dying and my Mum was looking after her in her lap while I got a coffee. When I came back and held her she died there in my arms.
I will never foget the strong bond, how she amazingly conjured up such strength and skill to spend her last moments with us.