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live in an ideal location for an outdoor wedding, so we made our plans.
Sharon Callahan, who became one of June’s primary animal communicators, told me about a forthcoming event she was co-organizing: the First Annual Conference on Animals and Spirituality, which was being held at the Best Friends Animal Sanctuary (a huge animal refuge, where over 1,500 animals live “happily ever after”) in Kanab, Utah.
I was extremely interested, so Sharon sent me a flyer on the event. Jameth and I determined that we could think of no better place to spend our honeymoon, so we registered for the conference and were given permission to let June join us in the cottage in which we would be staying at the sanctuary, called “The Rock House.”
June helped us maintain our balance as we struggled through all of the ups and downs of planning a wedding, including catering it ourselves (which, in hindsight, I wouldn’t recommend).
As we prepared for the big day, June met family and friends. Those who had heard of her or had seen photos of her were delighted to finally meet the famous “June the rat” in person. Everything went beautifully, and at the end of the day, Jameth, June, and I posed for some final wedding photos.
Among our wedding gifts was a pair of little white stuffed animals (harp seals), and I brought them out to meet June while she was enjoying a meal in her dining corner of the kitchen floor. The little harp seals were about the same size as June, and I made one of them crawl across the floor toward her to say “hello.” June turned and stared at the stuffed animal with a horrified look on her face. She looked upset and betrayed.
Suddenly I realized what was going on—she was jealous of the small creature that had joined our family. (What human hasn’t felt similar emotions?) I felt her reminding me that we had agreed this would remain a family of three. I quickly showed her that it wasn’t a real animal, and she was visibly relieved.
After the wedding, we packed the car, and Jameth, June, and I headed for Utah. The conference at Best Friends Animal Sanctuary made for a wonderful honeymoon and a much-needed getaway in a beautiful nature setting (in fact, it was our first actual vacation together ever), and we realized we were there because of June. After all, it was June’s animal communicator, Sharon Callahan, who had told us about the event. While there, June got to meet Sharon in person for the first time. It was a joy to watch their in-person interaction.
At the conference, many of the attendees told touching stories about their beloved animal companions. I enjoyed sharing some of my own stories about June among kindred spirits, and I felt as though I really belonged there. I’ll always cherish my memories from that sacred event.
During our honeymoon, I realized that June had slept a lot recently and just didn’t get around like she used to. I feared that she might be preparing to leave us. The one question I’d always avoided asking June (her age) now haunted me.
June’s walk hadn’t been right for a while. I had half-noticed it but had been so busy with wedding plans that it hadn’t completely registered. She no longer climbed our pant legs as she used to. She was clearly getting old.
The night after we returned from our honeymoon, I noticed that June had a peculiar hop as she headed to bed with us. The next morning, I discovered her unable to walk at all. Her hind legs no longer worked, and she looked so helpless as she tried to drag herself with her arms. June was crippled. I cried like a child. It was so painful to watch my little angel suffer.
June and I embarked upon a long and desperate journey. I let go of all of my other responsibilities and stayed with her around the clock. Wheelchairs don’t exist for rats, so I held her in my arms and carried her everywhere. She pointed her head and indicated where she wanted to go. As I carried her around, our telepathic connection grew stronger than
Sharon Callahan, who became one of June’s primary animal communicators, told me about a forthcoming event she was co-organizing: the First Annual Conference on Animals and Spirituality, which was being held at the Best Friends Animal Sanctuary (a huge animal refuge, where over 1,500 animals live “happily ever after”) in Kanab, Utah.
I was extremely interested, so Sharon sent me a flyer on the event. Jameth and I determined that we could think of no better place to spend our honeymoon, so we registered for the conference and were given permission to let June join us in the cottage in which we would be staying at the sanctuary, called “The Rock House.”
June helped us maintain our balance as we struggled through all of the ups and downs of planning a wedding, including catering it ourselves (which, in hindsight, I wouldn’t recommend).
As we prepared for the big day, June met family and friends. Those who had heard of her or had seen photos of her were delighted to finally meet the famous “June the rat” in person. Everything went beautifully, and at the end of the day, Jameth, June, and I posed for some final wedding photos.
Among our wedding gifts was a pair of little white stuffed animals (harp seals), and I brought them out to meet June while she was enjoying a meal in her dining corner of the kitchen floor. The little harp seals were about the same size as June, and I made one of them crawl across the floor toward her to say “hello.” June turned and stared at the stuffed animal with a horrified look on her face. She looked upset and betrayed.
Suddenly I realized what was going on—she was jealous of the small creature that had joined our family. (What human hasn’t felt similar emotions?) I felt her reminding me that we had agreed this would remain a family of three. I quickly showed her that it wasn’t a real animal, and she was visibly relieved.
After the wedding, we packed the car, and Jameth, June, and I headed for Utah. The conference at Best Friends Animal Sanctuary made for a wonderful honeymoon and a much-needed getaway in a beautiful nature setting (in fact, it was our first actual vacation together ever), and we realized we were there because of June. After all, it was June’s animal communicator, Sharon Callahan, who had told us about the event. While there, June got to meet Sharon in person for the first time. It was a joy to watch their in-person interaction.
At the conference, many of the attendees told touching stories about their beloved animal companions. I enjoyed sharing some of my own stories about June among kindred spirits, and I felt as though I really belonged there. I’ll always cherish my memories from that sacred event.
During our honeymoon, I realized that June had slept a lot recently and just didn’t get around like she used to. I feared that she might be preparing to leave us. The one question I’d always avoided asking June (her age) now haunted me.
June’s walk hadn’t been right for a while. I had half-noticed it but had been so busy with wedding plans that it hadn’t completely registered. She no longer climbed our pant legs as she used to. She was clearly getting old.
The night after we returned from our honeymoon, I noticed that June had a peculiar hop as she headed to bed with us. The next morning, I discovered her unable to walk at all. Her hind legs no longer worked, and she looked so helpless as she tried to drag herself with her arms. June was crippled. I cried like a child. It was so painful to watch my little angel suffer.
June and I embarked upon a long and desperate journey. I let go of all of my other responsibilities and stayed with her around the clock. Wheelchairs don’t exist for rats, so I held her in my arms and carried her everywhere. She pointed her head and indicated where she wanted to go. As I carried her around, our telepathic connection grew stronger than
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