Katherine Pettit - Animal Communicator

10/08/2026

Mediumship circle
September 21, 2026

Last night I went to a mediumship circle hosted by Julie-Anne Hyatt. I have been to a few circles with her to participate in Family Constellations, a spiritual healing modality to resolve family trauma.

A group of us sat in chairs and couches in a large room on the top floor of Julie-Ann’s home. We faced her and sat in quiet as she opened the circle and took a big breath in. My eyes are closed, my palms turned upwards on my lap and my heart is open.

Katherine. Your mom is here.

I open my eyes abruptly from the meditative state I was in. Is she talking to me? If anyone came through, it would be my dad.

Yes. She was looking directly at me.

She wants you to know she is sorry she left so young. She felt called to go to the Other Side. It was a very strong calling for her. She loves you very much. Julie-Ann cried as she relayed this message from my mom. She loves you so much, I feel it so strongly.

I was crying with her. I haven’t had contact with my mom for forty years.

She loves you so much. She is very proud of you and the life you have created. She is saying it took a long time for you to stand up for yourself and that you are standing strong now. Yes, I nodded, that felt true.

She never liked him. You know who I am talking about? Yes I nodded.

But you have beautiful children so he gets bonus points for that. I smiled. Yes I would not have my children that I love so deeply, without him. It felt important to give him credit as the children’s father.

She wants to know if you have any questions. She feels very strong here, some spirits come in weaker or just pop in. But she is coming through very strongly.

I was thrilled to ask questions. I was self conscious that I was in a group of twenty other people. But I had so many questions, it’s been so long since I have talked to her.

I would like to know why she left us with her brother? To put it politely, he was very corrupt. I was on the edge of my seat with anticipation of her response.

She looked up and listened for a few seconds. She drew in a big breath before speaking. She wanted to keep it in the family. She gestured with her arms a gathering motion inwards. And it was best financially for you. It was financial. I nodded, yes that made sense. Even though he stole from my brother and I, as orphans, he provided us with schooling and we still did get some of our inheritance.

And she kicked his butt for that later. I laughed at the idea of her as a Spirit kicking her brother’s shameful butt. It felt good to bring in humour to a heavy experience.

Do you have any more questions? She asked brightly. I scanned my mind quickly. This opportunity was so unexpected.

Well, I work in the ephemeral whelm almost everyday and I don’t feel her, how can I feel connection with her? I have not really felt her presence and I thought she wanted to be left alone. I have felt my dad often and I thought he would come through. I am still in awe that she is coming through now.

She says when you touch the horse. Well there are a few horses, but one horse in particular. The special one. You know the one? Yes I nodded and smiled and cried all at the same time. She was talking about Teddy.

When you put your hand on the horse, her hand is on yours or your hand is on hers. She is with you. And she likes it when you brush his tail. This resonated deeply for me because she loved animals very much. Our family included dogs, cats, parrots, pigeons and mice! It reminded me that my love of animals came from her. Now we can connect through my bond with Teddy. What a magical message.

I have one more question. I asked urgently. I didn’t want to take up too much time. Others were waiting for their turn.

I didn’t realize it would be so hard to raise children without grandparents. Is there a connection she has with my son? Is there a way for my kids to know her?

There is an ethnic name, that she wants to be called? She responded casually.

Yes she was Polish. Babcia is grandma in Polish. I followed. ��Ok, yes she doesn’t want to be called grandma, call her Babcia to the kids. She says to live life and just go for it. Your son is a lot like you. He is into sports. And you have a daughter too. You had a hard time with her, just teenage stuff, and she helped smooth that out. Does she like make up? When she is putting on makeup, she stands behind your daughter, you can tell your daughter that. You are a very good mother. She wants you to know that. She is so proud of you.

This all made so much sense. My mom was really into make-up because her appearance was important to her. She liked to host parties and be in the public eye. And how meaningful for her to connect with my daughter in that way.

I have often felt insecure as a mother because I didn’t have a mother for very long. I had to improvise on my own as I raised my kids. Her validation and praise was reassuring for me.

And yes, my son is like me in many ways. We are both into sports. It grounds us to exercise. I feel more connection with him after this reminder.

I understood why she didn’t want to be called Grandma. Her mother raised us with her brother. Grandma was complicit in her son’s strategies of deceiving my brother and I. And I have heard stories she wasn’t very close to her mom. So the name Babcia felt right on multiple levels, a fresh new name that she could live through.

The mediumship experience with my mom is so healing. She is taking on a new form in my life. She is not my mom who died when I was eleven years old. She is also Babcia and her grandchildren can know her, as her life continues through them. I am reimagining my relationship with her and with my kids. She is present in our lives. She is not absent, the forty years of absence is over! I will talk to her about the kids and tell them more about their Babcia, their Polish Grandma. Who they never knew in person, but will get to know through love, memories and Spirit.

10/08/2026

10/04/2026

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10/02/2026

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10/01/2026

Hi Katherine,

Thank you SO much for our session on Friday! It was comforting and validating, and was spot on with Maisie's character. I was really struck by her loving Christmas and seeing the lights and the contrast against the darkness. I'm sure she was referring to the big maple tree that is lit up every winter. And the fact that she talked about loving to walk along the water's edge, which is what she does many times a day!

I went through your notes with Keith, and he was as moved and reassured as I was. He went straight to where she was lying and sat on the floor with her. It was beautiful to see. He has felt less connected with her as she's become more confused, but now he sees that while she might have some sort of doggy dementia, her soul still shines brightly. We've both felt a big shift, not only in our relationship with Maisie, but also in our relationship with each other. That was an unexpected bonus!

You have an incredible gift. I really appreciated the whole process - from reading your website, booking our session, and thinking of questions I wanted to ask, to listening to your feedback and getting written notes straight afterwards. I cannot thank you enough.

With love and appreciation,
Morag - and Keith and Maisie (Nelson, BC, October 1)

09/30/2026

Leo’s Euthanasia
August 20, 2026

I euthanized Leo today.

He had been declining for the last three months due to kidney failure. Two months ago, I took him to the vet because his breath smelled very bad, he seemed uncomfortable, and he didn’t want to eat. Blood work revealed that his kidneys were no longer functioning properly. I decided to try subcutaneous fluids.

It was an intense process. Twice a week, I needed someone to hold him while I inserted a needle into his back, between his shoulder blades, and syringed 100 ml of saline solution under his skin. It helped him tremendously. The fluids hydrated him and helped flush toxins that were building up in his body. Afterward, he would look content and puffed up, the fluids had restored him.

For the last five years, since my now ex-husband moved out, Leo slept with me every night. He would even bring me birds and mice to show me that he was my protector—the hunter, the man of the house.

As soon as I lay down, whether on the couch, the porch, or in my bed, he would magically find me. He would curl up beside me, firmly pressed against my right side, and sing me a song with his powerful, melodic purr.

He was healing me.

Over the last two months, he began pulling away more and more. As he became weaker in the final weeks, he no longer wanted to cuddle. He stopped coming inside at night and chose instead to sleep on the couch on the porch by himself.

Then he moved from the couch to the ping-pong table just a few feet away. Maybe the couch was too soft or too hot in the peak of summer. The ping-pong table became his new place to sleep and eat. He had a great vantage point there. He could look out over the porch railing and watch people walking by. He observed crows in the branches above and chipmunks nibbling on their acorn treasures. He could easily slip through the side banister rails to relieve himself or lie in the bushes and enjoy the cool shade.

But then he moved to the fence.

He slept and lived on the fence. He stopped coming when I called him for food, so I would go to him and carry him back to the porch to eat and drink.

A week later, he stopped living on the fence and moved into the bushes on the north side of the yard. He briefly rallied and visited me on the couch, sitting beside me and purring me a song. He went to a high spot on the porch where he could see the lake, and then he stopped coming altogether.

I watched him walk toward the bushes on the north side of the house. Thankfully, I knew where he had gone or it would have been hard to find him. Every morning and every night, I would carry him to the porch to eat and drink. He would take a few bites and then abruptly dash away to his hiding place beneath the red currant bush by the apple tree.

He was losing weight every day and had stopped socializing entirely. He was hiding in the bushes to die. It was clear that it was his time. I made an appointment with my trusted veterinarian, whom I have known for more than a decade. Our children are similar ages, and over the years, she has become someone I deeply trust.

I so appreciate Leo’s slow transition—from cuddling in bed with me every night, to moving outside to the porch but still remaining close, to the fence, and finally to beneath the red currant bush. An abrupt loss would have been shocking for me. Instead, Leo guided us through his slow transition with love and care.

My friends are part of a Threshold Choir. They sing to people who are dying. They offered to sing to us.

Yesterday, we walked to Leo at his preferred spot beneath the red currant bush. I lit four candles to acknowledge the four directions. I fanned a large turkey feather above him to clear his spirit. I burned incense to purify the air and offered him water. I prayed to the Angels to assist him with an easy passage as he crossed over.

And my friends sang: “Leo, you are so loved.”

I cried.

I told stories about him and the last sixteen years we had shared. He had been the guardian of our home and family. We brought him home soon after we moved into our heritage house, which needed extensive renovations. He was the middle child. My daughter was one year old when we adopted him, and they even share the same birthday. My son was born a year later. He was the kitten I had been envisioning when I went to visit his litter at eight weeks old. And now his time was ending. It felt right to celebrate his life and to have my love for him witnessed by my friends—to have our bond honoured and cherished.

This morning, I sat with him beneath the red currant bush. I scratched his neck and chin, and he purred his mighty purr. We sat together, present with one another, enjoying our love and connection, our memories and our stories, silently.

I cried as I loaded his carrier into the truck to drive him to the vet’s office. I placed him next to Atlas in the back seat so they could say goodbye. I cried as I carried him into the back room of the veterinary clinic. I cried as I held him and my vet explained the process.

Peacefully and slowly, we began the first step. He let go in my arms as the sedation took hold. I felt his body become heavy. His head slumped onto my left elbow. He could finally relax and be free from pain.

For the final injection, my friend sang to him. I told him that I loved him and asked the Angels to guide him. I stroked him as he slipped away silently, easily, peacefully.

I held his body and connected to his Spirit. I heard his voice in a very masculine, deep tone say: “I’m happy now.”

I saw him in a field of wildflowers. He blinked at me, thanking me for letting him go.
Then he turned to walk away. I asked him if he would come back to me. For now, he gestured that he wanted to be free. And I accepted his response. I watched him walk away into the field of wildflowers, swishing his tail, happy, light, and easy.

I woke up to a dream about him.

I was walking around my old neighbourhood in Dunbar. I was with the kids, and they wanted to see my childhood home. As I walked around and looked at all the houses, I noticed one across the street with a ceramic cast of Meryl Streep on the front door. It was kind of odd, but also kind of fun. She was wearing a hat, laughing and throwing her head back.

I continued walking until I reached the corner of 39th and Alma Street and saw my old house. As I walked around it, Leo confidently emerged from the bushes to greet me. He walked toward me and meowed. I thought he was hungry. He didn’t look the way he had when he was young and strong. He was skinnier and frailer, but he was social. I was so happy that he had come to greet me.

I continued toward the driveway, opened the gate, and walked through the backyard to the sliding glass door leading into the kitchen. I looked inside. Everything looked the same.
It was as though nothing had changed in the last twenty-five years.

The place where Leo greeted me in the dream is the same place where my cat Cordy died in my arms twenty-eight years ago. Cordy was a very special cat. He was my first cat, and we were exactly the same age. My family adopted him when we were both two years old.
His name was actually Courtenay, but I couldn’t say such a long name as a toddler. I could say Cordy, and the name stuck. He died in my arms when we were both twenty-three years old.

I interpret this dream as a healing gift through oneness and connection. There is a reason the dream placed Leo and I in the same location where Cordy died, on the very day Leo died. Leo spent time beneath the red currant bush during his dying process, and in the dream, he emerges from the bushes. He is comfortable and at home in Nature. Nature is where we are healed—in grief, in loss, and in death. This is the landscape of unconditional love and intimate relationship, where time becomes fluid between past, present and future. Mystery and memory become one.

Cordy and Leo are connected. Leo will come back to me, and Cordy never really left me. They have simply left for a while. The image of Meryl Streep confirms this fluidity of Oneness—with its celebration of happiness, laughter, and freedom.

Leo walked away into the field of wildflowers, light and free. And, I know that love continues.

09/29/2026

Teddy admiring the view of the Columbia River.

07/22/2026

I'm teaching a Beginner Animal Communication Class in person in my home. Located in Uphill, Nelson on July 26. DM for more details.

07/03/2026

Resilient and nearly 16 year old Leo is in Kidney failure but subcutaneous fluids are helping him feel so much better. I’m so grateful to have my boy back.

06/30/2026

MIA has been Found 💫!!!!!!!!🙏🙏🙏

It's just a MIRACLE - to be taken, lifted into the air by an Eagle , fight for your life, survive the fall and find your way back home.

Remember when we first spoke I said to you, " I Believe" and you said to me - " and that is where the MAGIC lies"!!!
I never stopped believing and with your amazing Gifts you helped us find Mia. We were ALL Full of Tears of Joy and Love !!!!!

Thank You Katherine xx !!!
~Tracy LaFontaine (Thornbury ON, June 30, 2026)