By Peter Skrivanic, Kyoto, Japan
At ten years old, I went with my family to our local humane society in Oakville, a suburb of Toronto, Canada, to find our first family pet. Looking from cage to cage, I stopped before one that held Sam, a six-year-old, gray, male tabby cat with yellow-green eyes. He was large, slightly rotund, and older than most of the other cats in the shelter.
By Sri Harold Klemp
Laura Lee, from Canada, had a cat named Crabby. Guess why. The cat was mean; she showed no consideration to anyone but Laura Lee. In fact, she loved Laura Lee so much, she’d get under her feet so that Laura Lee would trip.
By Linda Anderson, Minnesota
Many years ago my husband, Allen, and I had the joy of hearing Sri Harold Klemp give a talk at an ECK Worldwide Seminar in which he told stories about our family’s birds.
By Lois Stanfield, Minnesota
When my newly adopted, rescued Afghan Hound, Lila, came to live with my other Afghan, Pistachio, and me, I had to help her accept her newfound freedom. Eventually she graduated from being a dog who had lived in a kennel to a beloved house pet. After a while she blossomed into quite a character. She started talking all the time in the way dogs talk. She always had something to say and was quite definite about what she wanted. Ultimately, she ruled the roost.
By Dana Lovell, Minnesota
My quiet and reserved rescue cat Austin was a light in my life. When he passed, I missed his sweet presence.
A series of dreams reassured me that the Soul I’d known as Austin had returned as a pug puppy and found a home with a loving family.
By Sheila Bontreger
I woke up one morning to a beautiful snowfall. Thick flakes of snow falling reminded me of love all around.
I decided to take a ride to see the Temple of ECK, the spiritual center of Eckankar, which was being built in Chanhassen, Minnesota, at the time. How would this sacred building look during its first snowfall?