My first experience with pet communication after death was when I had to take Mandy to the vet to be put to sleep.

Mandy was a beautiful chocolate-colored Nubian goat, and my grandmother's stupid, stupid, stupid caretaker, being the "know-it-all" that he was, fed her straight corn and nothing else. No grazing, no hay, no proper goat feed. The guy was an idiot. Mandy foundered so badly that she was unable to walk, and even had heat in her horns. My vet was extremely unhappy about her condition, and told me to go on home, that he would take care of her. I left his office in tears.

I was driving on the highway, back up to my grandmother's farm, when I distinctly heard Mandy "bleat" at me. It happened not once, but a couple times, and I knew it was her telling me that she was okay. I had to pull off the highway then, since I could no longer drive and cry at the same time.

I have had many other experiences since then, but that was the first -- and Mandy had been a very special little girl in my life.

I'm a very strong believer in communication of this sort. I've had it happen with my cats, my dogs, one VERY special horse in my life (who came back seven weeks later to make sure that I was okay), and my mother after she died.

It does exist. 'Nuff said.