Sharing the Divine

Cutter and me caught mid-conversation.

I can communicate with animals.

Last night I spoke with Violet, one of my grand-dogs, and asked silently, “Do you really like that canned pumpkin I gave you last night with your dinner?”

She stared back with liquid pools of brown love: “Anything you give me is full of love, and how can love not taste divine?”

Laughing with Violet.

I was stunned.

I wasn’t surprised that I’d heard Violet’s words as clearly as a train whistle, or a fogh...