(bryanism on Animal Communication: Pharmacy Patient Compliance/Counseling Facilitated by Animal Communication)
I was attending a local Humane Society Fund Raiser getting set-up, when a bright female in her early sixties breezed right past me without a care in the world, her feet never touching the ground with her german shepherd at her side, but still I felt the dog "tag" me like a blogger would a blog with a certain specificity that's hard to translate; and this made me reply clear-out-loud in a way that surprised myself and the woman who just passed me by, "You've got to be kidding!" 
With that, the woman instinctively turned about face and floated back over in my direction, accompanied by her dog. 
I said, "You want a free reading?" since it was still fifteen minutes before the event's official start. "Sure!" she said. 
"Now, this may sound a little strange, but your dog said while passing by that you're not taking your prescription meds like you should. Now, I'm a druggist, so we can talk frankly and confidentially about this in context to animal communication with no problems. Are you okay with that?" I continued probing. 
"Why, yes!" she said stunned looking down at her dog and explaining to me, "I had been taking care of my husband suffering from Alzheimer's for the past three years at home on my own. The stress was tremendous and so my physician prescribed an anti-depressant to also help me sleep at night." 
"Oh, okay," I encouraged that she continue. 
"Well, very recently it was determined that I could no longer care for my husband 24-7 and so months before I had already begun the process of getting him into a managed care facility for the elderly with similar illnesses, now that it seems he's end-staged. The final arrangements were made and he went in last week." 
"Sounds like a challenging road you've been on, but you stuck it out," I admired. 
"Yes, and so I called my physician to ask if I could go off the anti-depressant; and he said yes." she explained. 
"Well, how's your transitioning been and what does that have to do with your dog?" I tried connecting the dots. 
She laughed and admitted, "Since I went off the meds, I've gone into bouts of sudden crying most of the time running straight for this wonderful dog here to sob with my arms rapped around his strong neck and shoulders." she looked down realizing the Rock of Gibralter she had in her faithful, ever mindful canine. 
I looked down at the dog and said outloud, "Yeah, I see what you mean," then I turned back to her as pharmacist, to describe the pill I saw in my mind (clairvoyantly) as well as its active ingredient, but still I confirmed, "Is this pill round, and bluish-violet?"
"Right again!" she said like she'd won the lottery with an animal telepathy reading that offered so much more than she'd ever expect.
And I continued, "You're supposed to wain off that one slowly. That's why there's the emotional outburst." I advised watching the "Ah...ha...no wonder" look overcome her otherwise astonished smile.
I finished, "Check with your doctor and see what he says."
"I will...I will!" the woman looked down at her dog with a wink saying thanks to both of us for looking into it (her medical/pharmaceutical matter).