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I got up to let Lucy in, but when I got to the door I saw that she had something in her jaws. It was a live hummingbird, fluttering wildly to get away. I freaked out at seeing the poor little hummingbird frantically trying to get out of Lucy’s jaw, so I fell to my knees to pry Lucy’s jaws open.
I saw the look of confusion in Lucy’s eyes as I tried to get her mouth open with my fingers. No doubt she thought she was doing me a favor by bringing me the little bird. The more I tried to open her jaws the harder she clamped down, frozen between her nature and her desire to please me. Suddenly I realized that my attempts to save the little bird might have the opposite result, so I let go of Lucy and took a few steps back to give her some space. She was locked in eye contact with me, as if awaiting further instructions, but I realized I had been trying to communicate with her the wrong way. An inspiration came to me. In my mind I gave Lucy a silent appreciation that went something like this: “I honor you for being such a good hunter. As a personal favor to me, I’d appreciate it if you’d let the bird go.” In my mind I sent Lucy a telepathic picture of her opening her jaws and letting the bird fly free. A split-second later Lucy opened her jaws and let the bird fly free. It zipped off to a nearby tree limb to recover. I picked up Lucy and gave her a good cuddle. I thanked her profusely and took her into the kitchen for her favorite treat, the water from a freshly-opened can of tuna.

Here's a more recent example of how tuned-up Lucy's psychic sensibilities have become. Not long ago I was working with a couple in my home office. Before the session I had noticed that Lucy was napping on the bed in our master-bedroom. The office is accessed from the outside by a separate door, so Lucy had not witnessed the arrival of the couple. As the session progressed, the woman began to access some deep memories and feelings rooted in her experience as a Holocaust survivor. As she opened up to the feelings she began to shake and quiver, as people often will when they are handling the emergence of old fears, grief and anger. As we all have probably experienced, part of us wants to let go and part of us wants to hold on, resulting in a hesitant shudder like you get when one foot is on the accelerator and the other on the brakes. I was about to suggest to the woman that she take a few deep breaths to help her relax into the feelings, but before I got the words out of my mouth, Lucy pushed the door open and strode purposefully into the room. She immediately trotted over to the woman and snuggled her sturdy, ten-pound body up against the woman’s leg. The woman looked down, saw Lucy and burst into tears. Her resistance melted and all her old feelings poured forth. Lucy stood right by her for the next ten minutes, as the woman let go of a lifetime’s burden of unexpressed feelings.

Finally, the wave of intense emotion passed through and the woman looked around the room in wonderment, as if reborn. Lucy must have sensed the change, because she looked up at the woman and quietly withdrew from the room. After the session I looked in the bedroom and saw Lucy asleep again in her spot on the bed. The essential work had been done, and she had gotten back to resting.