While I'm out of town for the rest of the month, Moose wants me to be sure to eat my eggs.
How do I know this?
The animal communicator told me!
You may remember that this time last year, I had an animal communicator (Candi Cane Cooper, for those who are interested) come talk to Daisy and Moose. I was out of town for several weeks, and Chloe had just died, and I wanted to make sure they knew that I would be back soon, and all would be well.
Last year, I experienced the session over the phone, and even then it was pretty incredible.
This year, I got the full experience, right in my own living room. Amazing.
Watching Candi talk to my dogs is fascinating-- particularly when she's talking to Moose. It really does seem like he's talking to her. When she asks him things, he looks from me to Daisy, and back to Candi. Even I can almost follow his train of thought.
He's worried about Daisy, who's been feeling very punky lately. He knows I'm going out of town, with my red suitcase, and (as I mentioned) he wants me to be sure to eat my eggs. What's crazy about the egg thing, is that I have eggs EVERY morning. Poached, medium well. It's my favorite part of the day. But there's no way he could know that, because most days, I don't eat breakfast at home! Usually, I go to a diner down the street! Crazy. Right?
Moose likes the dogsitter who'll be staying at my house, although he wishes the dogsitter would look at him more. (Narcissist, much?) Of course, Moose thinks the dogsitter is just here to feed him (and Daisy, of course.) Moose is the one who will be watching the house, thank you very much.
And Daisy wants me to know that, although she's having a lot of pain, she's doing fine. She's just going to be spending a lot of time resting from now on, and she wants to be sure I'm okay with that. She asked for a new bed in the living room, preferably pink, and she likes the new food I just started giving her yesterday. The brown stuff does make her feel better (she gets her pain pills in peanut butter). And she doesn't want to be walked out in front of the house to go potty because she feels like she couldn't react quickly enough if there was another dog out there. Despite all the steps, she'd rather just go to the back yard, please.
Today's session with Candi was comforting for many of reasons... but primarily because I was starting to think that Daisy might not be with me for much longer. She's been in pretty rough shape for the last week or so. We've been spending a lot of time at the vet, with no answers, and she hasn't been getting better. She hasn't been eating well. She even peed in her bed one night, which has never ever happened before in her entire life. I've been wracked with guilt about leaving her for nearly a month, and distraught at the thought of losing her much sooner than I'm ready to.
Just knowing that Daisy's okay-- mentally, at least, if not physically-- is an enormous relief. Knowing that she wants to rest... but still wants to be here, with me and Moose... takes a massive weight from my chest.
So... deep breath.
All is well.
Oh, and one more thing. When the baby gets here, Moose says he wants to lick her face. Then, when she's old enough, he'd be very pleased to give her a ride on his back.
I knew I should have named him Horse.