|Murphy, the Incorrigible|
“Love means never having to say you’re sorry” goes the famous line from the 1970’s movie ‘Love Story.’ Well I’m afraid to say that living with Murphy, I’m continually having to say ‘I’m sorry’ to the unfortunate animals he sends to the Spiritworld.
Much to my dismay, a few months ago, Murphy started stalking and hunting the wild animals that visit our plot. I occasionally found a few dead birds or a pile of feathers on the lawn. I sat him down and told him telepathically and verbally, that he must stop killing the wild birds and I sent him pictures of him sitting on the lawn while the birds walked around him unscathed.
He seemed to have got the message regarding the birds, but I absolutely horrified to find a beautiful nag aapie lying on the lawn a few days later. “I’m sorry” I told the lifeless form as I beamed Reiki to it, asking for his soul go to the Light.
I looked at Murphy, he knew he was in trouble again but he seemed confused, “ you said no birds” was his telepathic reply. I again told him that he was to leave all the wild life alone.
|Tess, the Border Collie|
A few days later Tess and Murphy came to walk the labyrinth with me. The dogs gave chase as a wild rabbit burst out of the bushes. I yelled at them to stop. Murphy caught up with it, and took bit a chunk out of its rump. I shouted again and he stopped and came back to me. Tess then took up the chase. The rabbit managed to get away, but in its haste it ran into the gate at the top of the driveway, in an attempt to get through the bars. As I got to the gate the rabbit just managed to get through the bars and collapsed on the other side of the gate. It lifted its head and stared at me for a few seconds, and then slowly lowered his head and died. It was so upset, I just kept repeating, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” I beamed Reiki and asked for his soul to go to the Light. This time both dogs got a scolding.
While watering the garden one day, I heard the guinea fowl's cry of alarm at the bottom of the garden. I put the hosepipe down on the ground and ran to investigate. I saw an apparition staggering through the trees, it had a yellow body, and 4 legs, but it seemed faceless. As I approached I realised it was Murphy with a guinea fowl in his mouth, the wings completely covered his face. I told him to drop it. He did and the poor bird managed to fly over the privet hedge to safety.
Everything was fine for a few weeks, Tess and Murphy behaved themselves, but I kept a watchful eye on Murphy each time he so much as looked in the direction of the birds pecking on the lawn. He still chased them as they flew overhead, especially the hadedas, but thankfully he stopped catching them… or so I thought!
One Sunday I was cooking at the stove, when I turned around and was surprised to see a dying guinea fowl in Tess’s bed. The culprit sat in his own bed, with his front paws crossed in front of him. His body language seemed to say “ don’t look at me, I had nothing to do with it, it’s not in my bed and look my paws are crossed.”
Now in retrospect, I think he may have been saying “look, I brought lunch!”