Animal have souls, I have seen them after they've passed. When I was little, 6, our beloved dog Lady was killed by a truck. I saw it happen. It was an accident. There was no way the truck could have stopped. I loved that dog. She was my friend and playmate. I still remember her letting me pick her up (she was almost as big as me) and put her in my doll carriage and push her around the back yard. I was maybe 4 at the time. After she died, I woke up one night and looked over the side of my bed and there she was sleeping on the floor by my bed.

After I was was a grown woman, I lost my beloved Augie to renal failure at age 18. I'd had him since he was a 4 week old kitten. He was my baby. I loved him as fiercely as any mother would her own child. For three weeks after he died, I was awakened every night by the soft pats of his paw on my arm or hand, so he could jump up in the bed and settle under the covers next to me. I could even feel the weight of his body on the bed when he jumped up. For months after I'd lost my cats Garfield and Bogart, in the middle of the night the foot of the bed would jostle as if they'd jump up to curl up with us like they'd done when they were alive.

If an animal becomes part of your family, I believe they become part of your soul family. They can even choose to be reincarnated and rejoin you on the physical plane. I have seen it.

IOLITE