After losing our 2-year-old Yorkie, Harper, so unexpectedly, I was overcome with grief, sadness, and anxiety. In searching for ways to cope with the grieving process, Susie’s name came up several times. I decided to reach out and ask some questions before starting the process. I was a little hesitant, but also very interested.

Susie was incredibly responsive and took the time to answer all of my questions. I went ahead and booked a session, and within a few days I had my reading. I cannot explain in words the tremendous relief I felt when I read her message. There were things Susie mentioned that she could not possibly have known.

I find myself pulling the reading up often, especially on difficult or “sad” days. It always brings me comfort. The reading was not only helpful, but it also captured the same playfulness we saw in Harper every day.

I would—and have—recommended Susie to others who are grieving. Her gift truly made a difference in my healing.

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Luna instantly connected with Bella, and they were inseparable. She was a snuggly, playful, and affectionate little dog, always wanting to be on our laps, under blankets, or hugging us. She loved balls and her stuffed fox toy, but she was picky with food and had dental issues, so we started early annual teeth cleanings.

Early last year, Luna stopped eating and lost weight. During a vet appointment, she became stiff and frightened, and despite the vet’s efforts, she suffered a heart attack and passed away. The grief was overwhelming; I blamed myself, struggled to sleep, and missed her deeply.

Searching for support, I discovered Susie’s Pet Loss, Grief Support & Animal Communication group. Through a session, Susie conveyed that Luna was free from fear, pain, and guilt, and asked us to release our grief. Luna indicated she wanted to come back to us.

We looked for whippet puppies, hoping Luna might return as one who could safely play with our other dog, Vixen. We found two small female puppies, Dahlia and Lily, and couldn’t tell which was Luna. Susie contacted Luna, confirming that Lily was the reincarnation of her soul.

When Lily came home, she immediately displayed Luna’s personality—snuggling in the same spots, giving hugs, playing with balls, and even picking out Luna’s favorite toy.

Having Lily with us has brought incredible joy. She shares Luna’s mannerisms and energy, and we’re so grateful for Susie’s guidance in reconnecting with Luna’s spirit. It has been an amazing and healing experience for our family.

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The Miracle of Charlie (aka “Chuck”)

August 26, 1996 – October 27, 2004

It was the fall of 2004 when, suddenly, my wonderful dog and companion, Charlie (da Chow Chow), was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He had just turned eight years old. The specialists gave him two weeks to two months.

Charlie and I were truly blessed with time to say our goodbyes—for now. The Great Universe gave us almost that full two months. We had special times—home-cooked meals, lots of walks and rides, and heartfelt one-on-one chats.In late October, Charlie let me know it was time as I looked into his big brown eyes—the awesome gateway to his soul. When I gave him his medicine that day, I promised him it would be the last medicine he’d ever have to take. I don’t know if I could have gone through with it if I hadn’t made that promise to him.

Charlie and I went for our last walk of the season at the park until he tuckered out. The drive to the vet was about 20 miles but seemed like 10,000. He wind-surfed all the way there—he loved to ride!

After the deed was done, I stayed with him for about an hour at the vet’s office. I talked to him and told him to go to the light—to go visit with his family waiting for him. Just as I said that, the lights in the room started flickering. I asked, “Charlie Bear, did you do that?” and they flickered again.

As I sat there with his head in my lap, I told Charlie he must make it VERY CLEAR to me which Chow Chow body he would come back to me in. My only stipulation was that he had to be the red-headed female.

When I came home that night, a friend had left a message saying he had bred his female Chow earlier that same day and had puppies in the oven for me. (He knew Charlie was sick but had no idea what had happened that day.) He also mentioned that another litter from the same father (different mom, of course) was due two weeks earlier.

As it turned out, the father of both possible litters was named Charlie, and the man who owned Charlie was named Chuck. That was a pretty awesome sign that my boy was on his way back to me! Then, I found out that Papa Charlie was actually my other dog Bubba’s littermate from five years ago!

Okay—definitely my boy/girl was on the way back to me! That’s Jessie at 26 days old 12.16.04 ~ 8-18-11

Then, of course, the committee in my head started: Oh great—two litters, and they will all be red-headed females!

I began making a list of possible names for my new arrival. On December 22, I was speaking to my girlfriend when she politely told her daughter, “Jesse, get off the phone!” And bingo—that was it. Her name would be Jesse.

Later that night, the phone rang. The puppies were born today. There were three males, two females, and only one red-headed girl—the one I had been waiting for. (The second litter never came to be.)

A couple of weeks later, a friend looked up the meaning of the name Jesse—it meant God’s Grace. Oh yes, God is GREAT!

At 26 days old, I finally got to meet my Jesse girl. What a doll! I whispered to her, “Charlie Bear, you came back to me.” She put her little nose behind my ear and nuzzled. My baby was home.

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“RIP really does mean Reincarnation Is Possible.”

The Heartbreak

The days following Wiget’s crossing over the Rainbow Bridge were some of the darkest of my life. My heart grew heavier each day, and my will to live began to fade.

I would look at my other toy poodle, Darlene, and cry—sometimes for hours—until I was sure the tears would never stop. Wiget and I had never spent a single night apart, and now the silence felt unbearable. “I thank God every day for Darlene, his littermate, but my heart longed for my sweet Wiget to come back to me.”

The Signs Begin

Then, something extraordinary began to happen—so extraordinary that at first I thought I was losing my mind. Darlene began reacting to… something unseen. She would be literally knocked over by an invisible force or refuse to enter certain rooms—rooms where Wiget had always been by her side when he was alive.

One night, everything changed. Darlene and I walked into the bedroom, and there, right in the middle of the bed—his spot—was Wiget. Sometimes, in photos, he appeared as a small orb near Darlene’s ear. In moments of deep sorrow, he appeared in his familiar body, bringing me comfort from Spirit.

The Search for His Return

My animal communicator, Susie, began confirming where I should start my search for Wiget’s new little body. She was spot on. Her guidance led me to a breeder—nowhere near my home, but that didn’t matter.

My boy was coming back, and I could feel it.

Signs From Spirit

Every day, Wiget sent me messages:

• Feathers appearing in impossible places
• A cardinal tapping insistently at my window
• Perfectly timed songs on the radio

They weren’t subtle—they were big, undeniable neon signs:

“Mommy loves you and misses you. Hurry home, baby boy. Mommy’s waiting.”

Finding The Right People

Searching for comfort, I found Susie’s Facebook group, Pet Loss Grief Support, Animal Communication, and Reincarnation with Susie.

There, I met people with the same devastating loss—and the same miraculous hope. Many had their own “Lost and Found” reincarnation stories, and their joy helped me believe even more.

Susie kept seeing the number six. At first, we thought it was the number of puppies in the litter. It turned out to be something even more magical—Wiget’s new birthday: May 1, 2013.

5 + 1 = 6.

Dutch Arrives

Two weeks later, I met my boy again.

When he was born in his new little body, he was solid black. Over time, a small gray spot appeared and grew bigger—a beautiful confirmation that my Wiggy was truly in there.

And so, my beloved Wiget returned to me—this time as Dutch—proving beyond a doubt that RIP means Reincarnation Is Possible.

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From the moment I first met Santos—a tiny Boston Terrier puppy with a heart-shaped nose—I knew we were meant for each other. Our years together were filled with love until, just shy of his fourth birthday, illness took him from me. The grief was crushing, but signs began to appear: feathers in impossible places, songs we shared playing unexpectedly, even other animals reacting to his unseen presence. Then came the call from my Aunt—Santos’s sister was expecting. The moment I saw one of the puppies, a little boy with a “Kiss of God” spot on his head, I knew. He ran straight into my arms and licked my face, just like before. Santos had returned to me as Lemmy.

Lemmy and I had nearly twelve joyful years together before I faced another heartbreaking goodbye. His health declined, and I knew it was time to let him go—while quietly asking him to return once more. I kept my heart open for signs, and they came in dreams, in music, in quiet knowing. When I saw a puppy with a tiny “L” marking on his neck, I recognized him instantly. Our travel to bring him home was delayed, but I trusted Spirit’s timing. This little soul had been born just months after Lemmy’s passing. I named him Sonny.

Now, as I watch Sonny—playful, clever, and full of energy—I feel the familiar love of Santos and Lemmy alive within him. Three lifetimes, one soul, and a bond that not even death can break. My boy has found his way home to me again, each time carrying a piece of our past and the promise of our future. This is not the end of our story—it’s the continuation of a love that keeps finding its way back.

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My journey with Reese began even before he was born. I was so excited to finally bring him home, and from the very beginning, he never left my side until the day he crossed the Rainbow Bridge on January 23, 2016.

When Reese was a little puppy, scared and unsure of the world, he slept beside me for comfort. By the time he was about 2 ½ years old, he began spending time down the shore with my mom and stepdad, Mike. Reese loved going for walks, riding in the truck, and spending time at the beach. I would take him along when I cleaned my grandmother’s house or when I visited the nursing home. Reese had his little routines—ice cream treats, eggs every morning—and he loved them just as much as he loved being with me.

Reese was more than my companion; he was my life. When my mom had her stroke, he stayed by her side faithfully. He was always healthy and full of joy until last August, when I started noticing changes. From then on, I watched over him constantly.

He lived a full and happy life filled with love, from birthday cakes and Halloween costumes (which he probably didn’t love as much as I did!) to standing outside waiting for Santa to arrive on the firetruck. He adored children and was loved by everyone who met him. Even now, he still visits me in my dreams, reminding me of the unbreakable bond we share.

After Reese passed, I reached out to Susie for a reading. She confirmed what my heart already knew—that Reese would return to me. She told me he would come back as Minnie, and that I would pick her up in October. Those nine months of waiting were long, but worth every moment.

Here’s a picture of Minnie. I found Minnie on Craigslist, and the instant I saw her picture, I felt Reese shining through. On October 9, 2016, I drove to Philadelphia to meet her. The moment the woman got her out of the car, Minnie was wildly happy to see me—crying, jumping into my arms, as if she had been waiting for me all along. I cried too. Her birthday was July 9, 2016, and from that moment on, it was like Reese had never left.

When I brought Minnie home, she immediately went to the only toy of Reese’s that I had left, as if she remembered it. She knew the layout of the house, even though she was only 12 weeks old. Her mannerisms, her personality, her expressions—they were Reese in every way, only now she had returned as a girl. Even my nephew said, “OMG, that’s Reese,” when he saw her.

Not all reincarnations are exact mirrors, but in this case, Reese and Minnie are truly one and the same. Through her, I have my beloved Reese back, and my heart is full knowing our bond could never be broken—even by death.

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