Finnigan's plush hedgehog
Never underestimate what an animal knows or understands.
Recently, a friend posted a video of a wild, native hedgehog walking the grounds of a cemetery in England. I smiled seeing the hedgehog. A happy memory came to mind.
Six years ago, (my dog) Finnigan and I went on a week-long animal companion training (out of province) in Quebec. Several other participants brought their dogs, and one participant brought their companion hedgehog Tink. It was the first time Finnigan had ever met a hedgehog.
Months later, I was on the phone participating in an animal communication practice session with my teacher. Each practice session, we'd speak with our guest teachers, including a captive elephant in a zoo, an eagle who'd been cared for by a rescue, and too many more animals to list.
Our guest teacher for this session was a hedgehog, who lived in Ontario. I heard my teacher introduce the hedgehog by name. Tink. His name was Tink? Yes, one and the same Tink! I started to laugh at the odds of 'meeting' Tink again, when Finnigan suddenly got up and left the room. I heard him run down the stairs and back up. He'd brought something to show me.
It was something from his toy basket. It wasn't his bone. It wasn't his ball or Kong. Nor his duck, bear or his stuffed monkey. It was a hedgehog. His stuffed, plush hedgehog.
It was Finnigan's way of letting me know, he recognized our friend Tink.
It's been three years since Finnigan passed, yet this memory never fails to fill my heart with joy and make me smile.
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