I would like to hear from those that have used an animal communicator and what their results have been. Here's my backstory...
On 8/12, my cat, who is an indoor/outdoor cat, but never leaves the yard, suddenly disappeared. After nearly a week of calling several times a day and night and checking with the neighbors and putting an ad on Craig's List to no avail, I decided to contact an animal communicator, that I'd found online and that did 15 minute sessions. I read over her website and her experience and testimonials and she seemed legit. She said that he was young (he is, about a year old) and needed to go find his way. He wasn't sick or injured. She said he'd gotten further away than he'd planned, but knew his way home. He had not heard us calling him. I felt comfortable, yet still unhappy with him, so I continued to call and look for him, but at least thinking I knew he was ok. She had said she felt he was only half way through his journey so it would be at least another week before he was back. I tried to be patient, while still calling and checking with neighbors, who all live about 1/2 mile or so away.
On Monday, 8/29, he had still not returned and now after over two weeks gone, I was growing less patient and more scared for him. The AC had told me during our first conversation that she felt he would be gone at least another week, which it had been and then some and still no return. I decided to send her another e-mail to see what she said. She told me how things can change day to day and hour to hour with missing pets and said she could not tell me anything about the "now" unless she did another session with him. I decided to give him a few more days, just in case he was running late and because of recent other unexpected costs with a couple of my other animals, I didn't really have the extra funds to do what I hoped, was something beneficial to finding him, that didn't turn out to be.
Yesterday, I broke down after discovering some of the things he'd said about being at a house where the lady feeds ferals and there were outbuildings and a porch was down the road, in the opposite direction from where she'd told me he was and I live in the country where there are miles and miles of acres of woods, fields and pastures. The lady at the house said she'd never seen him. I grown concerned that he was so near a blacktop and that she'd said a few years prior her son had shot at a male cat that was impregnating the females (like THAT was the best solution and why I became increasingly worried for my cat, being around such simple people)
I contacted the AC's assistant at 10:30am (8:30 theirs) to set up the appointment and told her what was going on and my fears, requesting an immediate appointment. The AC sent me an e-mail and wanted to know why I didn't just call for him. Although insulted that she'd think I hadn't done that a million times already, including at all hours of the day and night, including at 1:30am when I thought my cat might be on the move near this newly suspected house, but not close enough to wake the lady and her family. I never got a single meow or anything back. My bf had even stopped by the ladies house a few days prior, when he discovered all the cats and called for him then. He got nothing, either.
Finally, the AC said she'd try later in the day and get back to me. I sent her my list of questions to ask, with the first being, are you sick or hurt? Around 3:20pm, I got the response back that he was quite unavailable and was either dreaming, out of body or passed on. He knew the way home, but couldn't get there. She asked if I believed the right thing would happen no matter what and said she'd try later again in the day. I was H-O-R-R-I-F-I-E-D and immediately began sobbing. This wasn't what I had expected at all. I expected him to tell her he was still hanging around that house and to confirm it with things I'd asked like if one of the cats looks like his brother, and then I'd drive over there immediately, call him, he'd come and we'd be back home in 15 minutes, tops. Instead, my worse nightmare was happening. The AC told me she was having a hard time getting through to him and that she'd try again later that day. By almost 10:30pm (my time) I still hadn't heard back from her and wasn't sure what to do or how to feel. I still wanted to be hopeful, but that was a hard punch to my positive thoughts. I sent her an e-mail asking if she'd talked to him again. No response.
This morning around 10am she called and confirmed that she was still getting that he had probably passed on. When I went to bed last night, I prayed as hard as I could, begging for her to be wrong and for him to be ok and that not to be the truth and also begging my cat to please, please, please come back to me. I told him if he could just tell her where he was, I'd rush to get him.
So now my question in all of this is, since this was my first time ever using an AC, and being somewhat skeptical, but not really getting a "scheister" vibe from her, I would like to hear other peoples' stories who have used animal communicators. Has anyone ever been told that their cat, or other pet, had passed on and it not be true? I know they aren't 100% accurate and she was wrong about the direction that my cat was in, which cost me days, looking in the wrong area of acres and acres of land, but I'm just wondering if she got the signals messed up on this. If I didn't have 10 other animals to care for, I'd definitely get a second opinion on this because it is heartbreaking and I don't want to accept it. She did say that she's seen cats be gone for months and show back up and that I have to believe in a higher power, but that sounds more like a CYA and something to soften the blow of the heart wrenching news she gave me.
***I'm sorry if this post makes anyone cry and please don't try to console me about the loss of my cat, because at this point, I am still in denial and refuse to believe that I will never see that furry little tummy flop over and up in the air as I walk up to him to pet him or have him come barreling up into my lap a few times every day and night, flopping over on my laptop as he pushed keys I didn't want pushed, being the ham that he always was with his giant paws "swimming" in the air as I pet and talked to him about how he was something else.
On 8/12, my cat, who is an indoor/outdoor cat, but never leaves the yard, suddenly disappeared. After nearly a week of calling several times a day and night and checking with the neighbors and putting an ad on Craig's List to no avail, I decided to contact an animal communicator, that I'd found online and that did 15 minute sessions. I read over her website and her experience and testimonials and she seemed legit. She said that he was young (he is, about a year old) and needed to go find his way. He wasn't sick or injured. She said he'd gotten further away than he'd planned, but knew his way home. He had not heard us calling him. I felt comfortable, yet still unhappy with him, so I continued to call and look for him, but at least thinking I knew he was ok. She had said she felt he was only half way through his journey so it would be at least another week before he was back. I tried to be patient, while still calling and checking with neighbors, who all live about 1/2 mile or so away.
On Monday, 8/29, he had still not returned and now after over two weeks gone, I was growing less patient and more scared for him. The AC had told me during our first conversation that she felt he would be gone at least another week, which it had been and then some and still no return. I decided to send her another e-mail to see what she said. She told me how things can change day to day and hour to hour with missing pets and said she could not tell me anything about the "now" unless she did another session with him. I decided to give him a few more days, just in case he was running late and because of recent other unexpected costs with a couple of my other animals, I didn't really have the extra funds to do what I hoped, was something beneficial to finding him, that didn't turn out to be.
Yesterday, I broke down after discovering some of the things he'd said about being at a house where the lady feeds ferals and there were outbuildings and a porch was down the road, in the opposite direction from where she'd told me he was and I live in the country where there are miles and miles of acres of woods, fields and pastures. The lady at the house said she'd never seen him. I grown concerned that he was so near a blacktop and that she'd said a few years prior her son had shot at a male cat that was impregnating the females (like THAT was the best solution and why I became increasingly worried for my cat, being around such simple people)
I contacted the AC's assistant at 10:30am (8:30 theirs) to set up the appointment and told her what was going on and my fears, requesting an immediate appointment. The AC sent me an e-mail and wanted to know why I didn't just call for him. Although insulted that she'd think I hadn't done that a million times already, including at all hours of the day and night, including at 1:30am when I thought my cat might be on the move near this newly suspected house, but not close enough to wake the lady and her family. I never got a single meow or anything back. My bf had even stopped by the ladies house a few days prior, when he discovered all the cats and called for him then. He got nothing, either.
Finally, the AC said she'd try later in the day and get back to me. I sent her my list of questions to ask, with the first being, are you sick or hurt? Around 3:20pm, I got the response back that he was quite unavailable and was either dreaming, out of body or passed on. He knew the way home, but couldn't get there. She asked if I believed the right thing would happen no matter what and said she'd try later again in the day. I was H-O-R-R-I-F-I-E-D and immediately began sobbing. This wasn't what I had expected at all. I expected him to tell her he was still hanging around that house and to confirm it with things I'd asked like if one of the cats looks like his brother, and then I'd drive over there immediately, call him, he'd come and we'd be back home in 15 minutes, tops. Instead, my worse nightmare was happening. The AC told me she was having a hard time getting through to him and that she'd try again later that day. By almost 10:30pm (my time) I still hadn't heard back from her and wasn't sure what to do or how to feel. I still wanted to be hopeful, but that was a hard punch to my positive thoughts. I sent her an e-mail asking if she'd talked to him again. No response.
This morning around 10am she called and confirmed that she was still getting that he had probably passed on. When I went to bed last night, I prayed as hard as I could, begging for her to be wrong and for him to be ok and that not to be the truth and also begging my cat to please, please, please come back to me. I told him if he could just tell her where he was, I'd rush to get him.
So now my question in all of this is, since this was my first time ever using an AC, and being somewhat skeptical, but not really getting a "scheister" vibe from her, I would like to hear other peoples' stories who have used animal communicators. Has anyone ever been told that their cat, or other pet, had passed on and it not be true? I know they aren't 100% accurate and she was wrong about the direction that my cat was in, which cost me days, looking in the wrong area of acres and acres of land, but I'm just wondering if she got the signals messed up on this. If I didn't have 10 other animals to care for, I'd definitely get a second opinion on this because it is heartbreaking and I don't want to accept it. She did say that she's seen cats be gone for months and show back up and that I have to believe in a higher power, but that sounds more like a CYA and something to soften the blow of the heart wrenching news she gave me.
***I'm sorry if this post makes anyone cry and please don't try to console me about the loss of my cat, because at this point, I am still in denial and refuse to believe that I will never see that furry little tummy flop over and up in the air as I walk up to him to pet him or have him come barreling up into my lap a few times every day and night, flopping over on my laptop as he pushed keys I didn't want pushed, being the ham that he always was with his giant paws "swimming" in the air as I pet and talked to him about how he was something else.
