(bryanism on: Animal Communication -->Inverse of Medical Intuition/Cause of Death)
The Inverse of Medical Intuition Must Be Cause of Death
I knew it was going to be a long, rough weekend for the fragile sounding woman who left this message on my voicemail early Friday morning, which I was now retrieving near evening time: 
"Hi, Bryan. You don't know me, but my Vet told me about you. In fact he said, they shut the clinic down half a day for an in-service you gave on animal communication, which is pretty impressive considering they're the busiest, most reputable practice in these parts. In fact, I've never known them to shut down for any reason, but for your activity. Any how, my dog just died, even with my vet attending to him personally, staying with him over night at the clinic. And I don't know why my dog died, and I'm angry and confused. Please call me." 
I decided to wait until Saturday morning, and up until I had her on the phone, I had hoped to use her energy to connect with the newly transitioned dog, yet upon speaking with her I'd almost decided to circumvent it altogether due to her grief and anger, BUT FOR this other matter looming over head (unknown cause of death), I knew I needed to "go through her energy" instead. 
First, I explained where in the house the dog liked sitting, which is where the animal sat, even now (in spirit), ready to participate with details. 
Next I asked, "Why are you angry?" 
She answered, "I don't think he had to die." 
"You think it was an oversight on the vet's part. Why?" I probed, taking her suspicion into account, ready to provide real answers regarding both spiritual and medical aspects. 
She went on, "The drug he gave to quiet his convulsion, stopped being effective, and then suddenly he had to give my dog several pints of blood, which didn't keep him alive!" 
I offered (intuitively), "You know, this breed is known for neurologic decline upon aging." 
"Yes, that what my vet said, and what I've known, but why did my dog need so much blood? Did the vet give too much of the anti-convulsant?" 
I tried to console, "It's true that some adverse reactions to drugs are dose-dependent, but I don't think this was the case at all." 
And although we spoke for a little over an hour and although we dealt with most of her concerns, I still knew my friend, the Vet, wanted answers too." 
Early Monday morning I composed a quick note and left it at the Vet clinic with one of the assistants, and by afternoon, the vet called me asking, "How did you know?" 
"How did I know what?" I replied with a question. 
My friend, the Vet said, "I'm holding in one hand the note you left me this morning explaining the dog died of aplastic anemia; and in the other hand I'm holding a fax that I'd been waiting for from colleagues at Ohio University regarding the dog's cause of death. After sending blood test results, two out of three veterinarians say that the dog died from aplastic anemia, while the one believes like me -- hemolytic anemia. How did you conclude this, Bryan?" He asked wanting trying to understand how intuition provides clinically specific information...like cause of death, even if based in addition to my own knowledge as druggist. 
I leaned into the phone and said, but not without hesistating, knowing what I would say next sounded too incredible even to me..."when the owner told me that you gave bags of blood, of course, I knew it was a drug reaction, and I even thought it was hemolytic anemia myself at first (based on the literature), but psychically I did my own blood test, and although the dog's plasma billirubin was a bit higher, it wasn't high enough. Do you know what I mean?" I asked to guage the vet's response. 
"Why, yes. Please continue, Bryan." and I did. 
"Then I psychically injected the dog with erythropoetin, the hormone that stimulates the bone marrow to create more blood cells..., but nothing happened!" I said amazed, "which is when I knew the bone marrow had completely shut down, meaning aplastic anemia, not hemolytic anemia." 
"Man-oh-man," the vet said. 
I barged in, "It wasn't your fault, like she thought." 
"Bryan," he said, "I know it wasn't my fault!" 
"But now the dog's owner knows too!" I said. 
He paused and then said, "Ok. I understand. Thanks, Bryan and I look forward to taking your Animal Communication course, the moment my time frees up," the vet said before hanging up.