715513 1’st line EHS Mono, ON L9V 1A9, Canada
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Robert Lindsy Milne (July 13th 1949 – January 3rd 2024)

Robert Lindsy Milne (July 13th 1949 – January 3rd 2024)

Robert, son of Robert Ivan Milne and Yvonne Marion Milne (nee Williamson), passed peacefully at his home, surrounded by his beloved Golden Retrievers; Tessa, Lacey and Tyson.
Robert was well known as a gifted intuitive counselor, who helped countless people through a long productive professional life as a psychic. His kind and loving presence was felt by many, across the world.
For many decades Robert was a guest speaker on numerous radio and TV shows. He was celebrated and acclaimed internationally for his uniquely intuitive wisdom. Many will know him from his recent podcast “My Side of the Crystal Ball”, which had many hundreds of thousands of viewers.
Robert was extraordinarily loving towards all animals, and cats and dogs alike were especially close to his heart. He deeply cared for and rescued many through several decades. Robert was also a beloved part of the purebred Golden Retriever and Norwegian Buhund community. His kindness and big heart for all living beings was easily recognized by all who knew him.
There will be a joyous Celebration of Life held at Karin Klouman’s home at 715537 1st Line of Mono on May 11th at 2 PM. All are welcome! Please call at 519 – 216 – 8718 or email Karin at kyonkennels@gmail.com.
After the service, as per Robert’s wishes, his ashes will be spread here, at Kyon Kennels’ property, along the many trails where Robert’s so enjoyed hiking with his dogs. If you wish to join us on this our memorial hike, to spread Robert’s ashes, then please bring appropriate footwear.
Robert was deeply loved and will be sadly missed by many. In lieu of flowers, please donate to your favorite Animal Charity, in Robert’s name.
IMMORTALITY
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.
( Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934)

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