I’ve shared this on the Forum before, but here it is:
First, I’m not a believer in animal communicators, or any other woo-woo practioners or practices. This led to a number of not-quite arguments with my longterm SO at the time as he did believe in that sort of thing.
Horses involved: Davos, bay TB in his late 20s and in poor condition, rescued by a group of local homeowners living by the sketchy hack barn where he was kept and overworked. He went down for several days with no vet attention and they finally convinced the owner to let one of our local rescues take him. The rescue then asked my SO (great farrier) if he could live with us since we had empty stalls and 80 acres of good pasture so his terrible laminitis could be easily addressed as needed. (Daily shoe and pad changes as it turned out.)
Several months later Davos was sound and loved to hack (at a walk and trot) around the property. I told the rescue we wanted to keep him. Another thing to know is that when it was cold enough to put on blankets, I was always borrowing one of my other horses’ back-up turnouts. One day I was at a small tack shop and they had leftover blankets marked down to almost nothing. The only one in Davos’ size was bright purple. The first time I put it on him, I chatted to him as usual and told him that this blanket was his alone and he’d never have to wear borrowed blankets again, and didn’t think anymore about it.
Luna, middle-aged gray mare of unknown breed, pulled from a local auction for meat price since no one else bid on her. We offered to take her (SO was also farrier for this group) for payback of their out-of-pocket costs. She showed signs of weakness in her hind end, and we could offer her pasture pet status or euthanasia if she didn’t respond to medical treatment. Once she arrived we had an exam and X-rays done and some chiropractor work, but neither of the these pros could determine the exact location of the issue.
After Luna had only improved a little, my SO knew I was worried about her, so one of my Christmas gifts was a phone consultation with his go-to animal communicator of choice (including an appointment so I couldn’t wiggle out). I rolled my eyes so hard that I saw my brain, but agreed to do it.
The appointment was in an early January evening and I was held up at work so I called my SO to ask him if he could feed, blanket and turn the horses back out. He was still working at our barn when I arrived so I went out to help. I immediately noticed that he had used the wrong blanket on Davos, but didn’t have time before the appointment to change it. But I did joke that Davos would be upset at his mistake.
During the call, the communicator told me exactly where Luna felt the back pain, but I was skeptical because there was no way to verify the information. She also said she was happy to be here, liked her friends, etc., etc., etc. Yeah— more unprovable statements.
Then she said as a courtesy she liked to reach out to pasture mates to give them a chance to talk as well. So I only described Davos physically (big elderly bay TB with a star).
It only took about five seconds before she said “Davos wants to know why he can’t wear his purple blanket.” I was gobsmacked because even if she was guessing about a blanket, bright purple was not common at that time and NOT a color to choose as a guess.
I did the only thing that I could, which was sputter a lot and to ask her to tell Davos I would be right out to change blankets. SO was doing the “I told you so” dance so I told him he needed to come too, since it was his mistake. 
BTW, Davos was at the gate instead of eating hay as normal when we came outside. And he never had to wear the wrong blanket again (I apologized!). When we had to euthanize him a few years later in his early 30s due to presumed stomach cancer, I made sure he was buried with that blanket.
And Luna’s issues were located exactly where the communicator indicated. Chiropractic and acupuncture treatments directed there made her sound for riding by springtime.
I still doubt 99.9% of people who claim to have this skill, but this woman clearly was an exception.
ETA that I would love to read your article. I hope you share a link, since I love your three Nattie Gold novels!