17/10/2025
A Year Without Pablo, yet a Lifetime of Lessons 🌈
Today marks one year since precious boy, Pablo, crossed over the rainbow bridge.
It still feels strange to mark time when it comes to something as infinite as love.
Because when a soul connection is that strong, time simply doesn’t exist. The love, the lessons, the presence… they remain.
When Pablo went missing, my entire world paused. I remember the feeling of not knowing, and the constant ache of wondering if he was safe, warm, or scared.
People often said, “But Aly, you do missing pets every day, surely you can track your own cat, can’t you?”
And yes, while that’s true in theory, the reality is that when your heart is tied to the one you’re searching for, logic and energy blend into something else entirely.
For nine long days, we searched, we guided, and we listened.
Through it all, Meg was my shining light, the steady hand that helped me reach him. On the hardest days, when the uncertainty felt unbearable, she brought comfort and calm. Even when I managed to connect with him myself, there was something deeply reassuring in knowing he was also reaching out to her, that we were both holding that thread of connection from opposite ends.
And even though our training and intuition helped us connect with him and track him, it didn’t shield me from the pain and the worry. In those days, I felt what every parent of a missing pet feels, the sleepless nights, the desperate hope, the fear that grips you so tightly you forget to breathe.
But those nine days changed everything. They cracked something open inside me.
They taught me empathy in its truest, rawest form, not just understanding pain, but feeling it. They made me realise that every person who reaches out to us when their animal is missing is holding that same fragile thread of hope I once held for Pablo.
When he finally came home, I thought the lesson was complete. I thought the universe had shown me compassion and true understanding.
But I was mistaken. Life had one more lesson for me. With the pure joy of him returning, that joy was ripped away from me shortly thereafter. I had to make one of the hardest decisions ever, and Pablo crossed over peacefully, gracefully, so very loved, yet leaving behind an ache I can’t put into words.
For a long time, I couldn’t understand it. Why would he be sent into my life only to be taken away? Why would he return home, only to be taken away again? Why allow such a deep bond, only to break it so soon?
It took me months, countless tears, and many quiet moments of reflection to understand.
Pablo’s story was never about loss. It was about love with purpose. He came into my life not to stay forever, but to open my heart wider than it had ever been before.
Losing him broke me open in ways I never expected. But in that breaking, I discovered a deeper compassion, one that lives in every word I speak to a grieving family, in every connection I make with a soul that’s gone missing. His absence carved space within me for more gentleness, more empathy, more grace.
He showed me how powerful the bond between humans and animals truly is, not just in the physical world, but across the veil between worlds. He taught me how to trust my intuition even when my heart was shattering, and how to hold space for others who are still searching, grieving, or trying to make sense of the unknown.
Now, I know that Pablo didn’t leave me at all. He simply changed form.
He walks with me still, beside my guides, within my work, and in every message I receive from the animals who reach out from the other side. He’s part of the spiritual tracking team now, helping other lost souls find their way home, just as he once did.
Every time I connect with a missing pet or comfort a family in grief, I feel him there, calm, wise, and loving. Reminding me that our purpose was never just about finding the lost… it was about helping hearts heal.
Pablo found me for a reason.
He taught me, challenged me, broke me down, but also built me back up, softer, stronger, and infinitely more connected.
So today, I honour him. Not with sadness, but with gratitude.
Because even though his paws no longer walk beside me, his spirit continues to lead the way.
He is my heart. My teacher. My reminder that love doesn’t end, it evolves.
And through him, I’ve learned that even the deepest loss can become the greatest gift. 🕊️
Forever my boy. Forever my guide 🐾🩵
