There was a couple standing near an older looking SUV at the end of the pullout. The man was splitting coconuts on the side of the road and the woman was arranging the freshly baked mango cake on the hood of the car. They called their dogs back but instead they ran right up to me. That’s when the big nuzzle fest began.
The woman walks over and apologizes in her thick English accent. She was a bit shocked that her male dog Champ was glued to me because he does not like most people. Her husband came running over, half expecting a confrontation. I said, “It’s ok, I am a pet psychic and I love dogs.” That’s when she got the first set of chills.
“You are a pet psychic?” she responds in aww. “Oh my God, I have been saying prayers all week long asking for my soulmate dog in spirit to give me a sign that she is still with me.” Now the chills strike us both, “Today is the actual anniversary of her passing and you are my sign!” I smile as I open the car door and tell her how it gets even better…I pull out the two books that I am traveling with, one on pet loss, the other on connecting to limitless possibilities, capping off the synchronicity with my journal of favorite Angel Animal client stories. Chills, chills and more chills.
Still astounded she continues, “I just asked Archangel Michael to bring me a message from my dog Sporty and then you show up!”
My mischievous smirk and humbling nod says it all. “And I just asked him to keep me safe and protected on this remote road.”