FAQ - Frequently Asked Questions
Can anyone talk with animals??
Yes! Most people that have close animal friends talk to them all the time, they just do not acknowledge what they 'hear' from their pets. All you need to do is to trust what you thought you 'heard'. I know, easier said than done. Trust what you get is my theme, and always ask their permission to speak with them. For more information please check out one of my workshops or Seminars.
Is it more difficult to speak to an animal that has passed?
NO it isn't. It doesn't matter if the animal is here, alive, or if it has passed. Doesn't matter if the animal is near me or across the globe. If an animal wants to communicate it will from wherever it is.
How do you talk with an animal?
Very well thank you. All kidding aside, it's very easy. Because I am psychic I also use this ability as I communicate with an animal. I hear them, they show me images or pictures, they sometimes send me their hurts or pains, I often feel their emotions. An animal may give me all of these in one session, or may just always give me images.
Sometimes though, an animal will not want to communicate, just as sometimes we don't want to talk with people.

Successes!! Comments.......
Jan Venturini writes: With a simple message left for Terrie that said 'Angel is having some problems', Terrie without any hesitation became a profound communicator to the heart and soul of an eight week old puppy and then became a healer and saved her life. Thank you Terrie.

To say that Terrie is good at what she does would be a great understatement. Her ability is only superceded by her incredible spirit and integrity as a Divine Connector and Way Shower for people and their blessed pets.

I highly recommend Terrie for you and your pets special needs. She is a true Heart and Soul Animal "Metaphysician". (Visit Jan's site off my Links page)

"I highly recommend Terrie Douglas to anyone that needs help. She is absolutely awesome. Not only can she communicate with animals, she can also communicate with other spirits to give you messages, things that only you would have any way of knowing. She is the "real thing", a genuine psychic. God has blessed her with a wonderful gift that she so lovingly shares." - Joan

Terrie, thanks again for the reading ..you were right on the money about everything.....you have a great gift ...Mike

MEMORIALS - to our Beloved friends that have crossed the Rainbow Bridge
The Rainbow Bridge
........For Horses -Author Unknown

By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.

Where the friends of man and woman do run,
when their time on earth is over and done.

For here, between this world and the next,
is a place where beloved creatures find rest.

On this golden land, they wait and they play,
til The Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.

No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
for here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.

Their limbs are restored, their health renewed.
Their bodies have healed with strength imbued.

They trot through the grass without even a care,
til one day they whinny and sniff at the air.

All ears prick forward, eyes sharp and alert.
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the herd.

For just at that second, there's no room for remorse.
As they see each other...one person...one horse.

So they run to each other, these friends from long past
The time of their parting is over at last.

The sadness they felt while they were apart
has turned to joy once more, in each heart.

They nuzzle with a love that will last forever.
And then, side-by-side, they cross over...together.

My friend Moscow

Ears laid back with wrinkled nose, was his bluff
"Will you pass this test? cause I'm really tough"
Speak gently, the ears then came forward to see
"Gee, do you have any good treats for me?"

The ultimate School Master, always the teacher was he
Patience was his most favorite lesson to teach
So tall and elegant with that long nose in the air
"Can you reach me now? haha, I think you need a chair"

During lessons he'd tattle, which wasn't very fair
"Do you see? please see what they're doing up there
Look, please look, Don, don't you see?
They're doing it all wrong, it just couldn't be me"

His movements were elegant but yet with a flare
Riding with him was like dancing on air
And OH what wonderful gifts he might proffer
Once he thought you were ready, or he just dared offer

'The Look of Eagles' is always extraordinary
Our friend Moscow was definitely not ordinary
Yet that look, it was there all along in his wise eyes
The look that said he longed to run free in the skies

Now no stall doors will hold him at bay
Now no paddock rails will make him stay
He can romp and play and have fun in Heaven high
Now he's free to run as the wind through the sky

My very special, comical, wonderful and loving friend
I will miss you more than words can e'er express
You'll be in my heart until such time we meet, once again
my most wonderful, incredible, true, loving friend

Hoofbeats From Heaven
by Sara Bercier

A cool breathe behind you ruffles your hair,
You turn to look,
But your friend is not there.

You reach out in your mind,
Searching for him.
And you know that he is cared for,
An angel for his every whim.

Your mind is quietly pleading with your heart,
To let the precious memories go.
But your mind desperately reels,
As your heart vehemently says No!

You despairingly reach out your hand,
Aching for his spirit to glide down and touch you.
Look into your heart,
That's all you have to do.

Far in the distance,
You hear the distinct sound of thunder.
You anxiously look up,
But seeing no clouds, you wonder.

He appears before you,
When you close your eyes.
But when you open them,
He disappears back to heaven,
An angel in disguise.

You hear the noise again,
And you look up to heaven.
There you see white clouds,
In their number, seven.

As you watch, they merge,
Creating an image you know.
And as you continue staring,
His image begins to show.

There your friend is,
Glorious in fluffy white.
An additional cloud forms,
His Angel Wings of might.

Then you know that the sound you heard,
Wasn't thunder at all.
It was your friend arriving,
Giving you a call.

The hoof beats as he approaches,

And down your face they wash,
Those happy, joyous tears.

You spend the day with your friend,
Knowing he'll eventually go.
Back to the heaven from which he came,
And from which again he will show.

As the thunder-like hoof beats,
Roll happily over the land.
You know his hoof prints are in your heart,
Pressed forever there like prints in the sand.

As time passes by,
Days turn to years,
You'll always remember him,
With happy and sad tears.

With the hoof prints on your heart,
You will never disregard.
The days the hoof beats from heaven came,
A heaven-sent greeting card.