| If you are like most people who have lost a beloved animal, I'm sure you have wondered about what happens to them after they die. Of course, no one can provide us with the definitive answers, but most anyone you ask probably has an opinion on the subject. Some of these beliefs are formed from religious teachings or beliefs, and others are derived from personal experiences that shape our thinking. I've shared my story about Beanny with friends and people who are grieving after losing their dogs. I've been asked to publish it on the website because it brings solace to some who are worried about whether their dogs are ok after they've passed on. In talking with other people, I have heard several stories about people seeing shadows in their homes, or hearing familiar four-legged footsteps or toenails on a floor, or having very vivid dreams after their dogs have passed on. Are they trying to communicate with us to tell us they are still watching over us? To lessen our sadness over losing them? We would love to hear any stories you would like to share about experiences you have had. Please use the form below to submit your story and we'll add it to the website. |
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| After Life Where do dogs go when they die? Are there ghost dogs? |
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Rainbow Bridge Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... Author unknown... |
| Beanny's story starts before he died. Beanny had successfully fought and won his battle with bone cancer (osteosarcoma). However, in order to fight this terrible disease, we amputated one of his front legs. Two years after the amputation, he slipped and fell, injuring a back leg. The hind leg was operated on, but an infection set in and was not managed appropriately by his vet. Eventually, he became septic and was euthanized. During the last weeks of his life, it was touch and go as to whether the infection could be controlled. Each phone call from the vet put our emotions on a roller coaster, but worst of all was the waiting between phone calls. I was praying very hard during this time...to anyone and everyone who I thought might be able to assist. I especially asked my grandmother to intervene on Beanny's behalf. My grandmother had died many years before, but I always felt a connection to her and she often babysat for our dogs when we went on family vacations when I was a little girl. I knew she'd care for him if she could. My prayers we not answered and Beanny died in March - it was a very raw and rainy early spring New England day. To me, it felt as if a bright light had been extinguished from not only my life, but from the world. It was a very difficult day. That night, I lit a candle and asked my grandmother to watch over my Beanny. I asked God for a sign that wherever Beanny was, he was ok so I could be at peace. I cried myself to sleep but received no sign. The weeks wore on and the sadness and emptiness lingered. I continued to look for signs but did not see any. I asked God to be sure to give me a very clear and unmistakable sign because if he was sending them, I was missing them. More weeks went by and nothing happened. I stopped looking for the signs and just concentrated on trying to move on with my life. Your heart never really heals from losing a dog but eventually the overwhelming sadness lessens a little and with a heavy heart, you have to get back into living. One morning, several months after Beanny had died, I was changing the sheets in my bed, as I do every week, and came across a strange object. It was small plastic 6" ruler. On one side of the ruler was the standard measurement markings in inches, and on the other side was a monthly calendar...Bridgeport-People's Savings Bank, 1940. I stared at it in awe. My grandmother had lived in Bridgeport, CT and when I was a young girl, we had gone to this bank many times when I visited her. In fact, it was much fun to do so because she had a safe deposit box which contained her father's pocket watch and other trinkets that seemed so fascinating to a child. Where had this ruler come from? I had never seen this ruler before. I lived alone at that time so how could it have gotten in my bed. My mind jumped immediately to Beanny and how I had asked my grandmother to watch over him...that I had asked for a clear and unmistakable sign that he was ok. Surely, this was my sign!! Chills moved up my spine and I called out to Beanny that I love him and always would. I felt I had received a very special gift that day. I felt reassured that there is an afterlife and that Beanny was there. I now truly believe he is there waiting for me. About a year after this happened, I decided it was time to get a new bed pillow. I had been sleeping with the one that I had brought to the hospital for Beanny to sleep on before he died. After he passed on, I couldn't bring myself to throw it out. But now that some time had passed, it seemed kind of ridiculous to hold on to an old, worn out pillow. It couldn't bring him back, so what was the point? After debating back and forth with myself for about a week, I finally decided throw it in the trash. I went to the store and bought a new pillow - a nice soft Calvin Klein pillow at Homegoods. More time passed, I estimate close to a year. Again, I was changing the sheets on my bed one Saturday. When I removed the pillow case cover, much to my amazement, it was not the CK pillow I had bought a year prior, but it was the Beanny pillow I had thrown away. How do I know? Because I had put Beanny's name on the pillow so it wouldn't get lost at the veterinary hospital. It was the same old pillow. I stood there in shock for quite some time. I replayed the memory of throwing the pillow away over and over. I was wondering if I had lost my mind, and had not actually thrown away the pillow, but I did. I purchased a new pillow for which I had the receipt and changed the pillow case covers each week on that new pillow. I just could not believe the Beanny pillow reappeared. It was not any special day as in the anniversary of his death...just an ordinary Saturday. I can't explain the two events even though I tried. Nothing makes any sense in trying to understand how these two objects appeared in my bed out of nowhere. I believe they are answers to my prayers...sent to me to give me peace I feel reassured that there is an afterlife for dogs and that Beanny is there, happily waiting for me. |
Grizzly Bear's story
My neighbor and I were talking one day about my dog Grizzly who I had to put down in Jan. of this year with cancer. He informed me of this website
and I feel compelled to share my story with you. There is not doubt in my mind that he has visited me and knows how much I miss him.
Grizzly had also had hip displasia the last few years and I was accustomed to him walking on my hard wood floors through the night.I was also very
attuned to hearing any movements to alert me that he needed to go outside the last 6 months he was sick. He would never bark at the door but
ever so softly whine.
The first time it happened was around a week after he passed. I awoke one night thinking that I heard his footsteps but went back to sleep and in
the morning attributing it to a dream or my imagination. My little dog was sleeping by my side.
The second time was no dream. I remember laying there half asleep listening to the footsteps again.I arose, sat on my bed , realized Maddi was
not by my side and went out to the kitchen turning on all lights to find her, thinking she had to go to the bathroom. What other explanation could
there be? I knew what I had heard and for how long.Turning on all the lights in the house Maddie was not there. I went back to my bedroom,heart
racing and turned on the light. Maddie was sound asleep on the end of my bed. I'll never forget the realization of knowing without a doubt that it was
Grizz,and he was with me. Its hard to describe; emotional, comforting and so serene.
Grizzly was a special boy. People who spent time around us used to say its like he's listening to us. Truth is a medium who met Grizzly once had
told me that he was a special dog, one that could understand people. This past summer I met with her again and she knew without asking that he
was gone as he was in the room with us by my side. She also told me that he was visiting me at home and how much he loved me for holding him in
my arms when he was scared as he passed. No one could have ever known that my vet waited and gave Grizz and me an hour to just cuddle until I
knew he felt safe. Its the hardest thing to go through, I second guessed myself so much but hearing that Grizzly was grateful for ending his suffering
and felt safe and loved was a special moment for me, one that I will never forget.
I want to thank you for this website and the opportunity to share this experience with others. Its hard to make sense of these kinds of things but we
simply don't need to.
Life has the greatest moments that are no coincidences, they are just meant to happen. Its truly just a comfort in our hearts.
Thank you
CODY'S STORY
This is not a story, this is an epilogue to my unconditional loving companion. Cody a ten and half year old Golden Retriever passed on October 12,
2009. I had to make the dreadful decision to euthanize my precious boy. I have been questioning my decision everyday as to weather I had made
the right choice. Cody always loved to go places and believe we went everywhere together. All the places we went and things we experienced would
be to much to mention. I only regret not taking him for one last walk, one last ride, one last hug, and one last kiss. You will have to excuse me as I
seem to ramble on, but back to the epilogue. As I said Cody loved to go, but more than going he loved to come home to our house, backyard, and
his domain. He died on Monday and I was told it might take few days to get his ashes back.It took a friend of mine two weeks.
Yesterday, Wednesday, on my way back home from a job I seemed to unconsciously be taking the long way home, grieving as I have been since
Monday. On my way I had passed the animal hospital where Cody was treated, wondering how long it was going to be before I received his
remains. The day before I had started making an urn for his ashes. I have never done this before. I decided that instead of buying one, I would
make one out of my love, and it would help me to keep busy in my time of grief. I didn't have any idea how big to make it so I went on the internet
looking for information on pet urns. I found a web site with some general information, but no plans of specifications, and started from there. As it
turns out the animal hospital was calling my home about the same time as I was passing it on the highway. They left a message. It was time for
Cody to come home. It had actually only taken a little more than a day to get his ashes. As I had previously mentioned Cody loved to come home!
He was telling me to stop and get him! I went to retrieve him immediately and we had our last ride in the truck. We had our last hug and we had our
last walk into the house. We will never have a last conversation, as I talk to him constantly.
I started to work on the urn again because even though he came home in a cardboard box he deserved much more than that. One of my mistakes
in craft projects is to hurry myself to get it done. I had to slow myself down because this deserved my very best efforts. It is done out of marble and
oak and if I might say so, it looked pretty good. Now came the time to remove the ashes from the box and put in the urn. As I carefully opened the
box not expecting more than a plastic bag with the ashes. I noticed it was put in a decorative metal container. I thought, boy this is nice. I wonder if I
should leave him in this instead. As I had stated I have never made an urn before and did not have any dimensions to construct it. It was made from
my mind as I was grieving. I looked at my urn and then I looked at the container and wondered if this container would fit into the urn. It looked to big
at first glance. I picked it up and it slid into the urn like a hand in a glove. There wasn't enough room left to slip a piece of paper between the sides
of the two. Thank you Cody! Thank you God! This was meant to be.
I have heard other people's story's of things that have happened when a loved one departs this world. This has never happened to me and quite
frankly I thought it was just imagination but never discounted it. As I put the lid on the urn a loud single clap of thunder came from the sky and a
cleansing downpour of rain began to fall. I went outside and stood in the rain, weeping thanking God and Cody for his companionship and having
my back for his entire life. Coming back in crying, I placed Cody on the mantle of our fireplace and sobbed if only I could pet you one more time! At
that instance a big hunk his shedding fur came rolling from under a chair to my footsteps. I got to pet him one last time. Cody, Your not gone, your
just away someday soon we will again run and play. I love you, Dad.
| Beanny's Story |
Stories from other website readers |
Four years ago my golden retriever, Jack died of cancer. I have had Goldens for 28yrs, so he was not the first dog I had lost. Anyway, the day he was put to sleep, I
had family and friends around me to offer their sympathy but, when I was alone around 11pm that evening (I was obviously exhausted with his loss) and decided to put an
end to a bad day by going to bed. As I had just got up to go to bed, I heard barking...I knew it was jack...I ran outside to hear if there were other dogs around, went up to
my bedroom, opened the windows..just to make sure i wasn't losing it... it was his distinctive bark!!!, I had him for 10yrs...I would recognize his bark, as a mother does her
child's voice....it WAS him..., but, since that day, I never heard him again. Two days ago, I was out with my 3 other Goldens and my husband was alone in the house. Last
night he told me he walked into the living room to sit down to watch tv, around 3.30 in the afternoon....and he saw a dog, a Golden, walk past him in our house,,,,but all
dogs were with me? He is a sceptical person but he was quite shaken by this experience...we can't explain this.
My precious dogs name was also Beanie. We found her in a cardboard box in the freezing rain when she was just 6 wks. old. She was a beautiful terrior mix ( she
resembled a large wheaten Terrior) This past April she was diagnosed with lymphoma. All of her lymph nodes had enlarged to the size of tennis balls and she was having
difficulty breathing. She started Chemo immediately and except for a day here or there of vomiting or occasional diarrhea she tolerated it well without many side effects.
She still enjoyed life at 10 yrs. old. She loved to be combed and to take walks she loved roast beef and even watermelon. Most importantly my husband and I loved her
endlessly. After being in remission for 6 months the cancer came back and although we were trying other chemo treatments to bring her back into remission it wasn't to be.
Over the Thanksgiving weekend she started to rapidly decline and by Sunday evening she was struggling to breath and in great distress, with a sadden
heart I rushed her to an emergency veterinary hospital and in the early morning hours of November 30th 2009 I had to say goodbye to my baby. She was euthanized and
went very quickly while I sat beside her telling her how much I loved her. I told her I would see her again one day and we would be reunited in heaven. I asked her to come
and visit me if she could find a way. I arranged to have her cremated and brought back home. I cried all the way home and have not stopped all week she is all I think
about. The first night home without her I was alone in the house as my husband was working. I dreamed that I heard a noise downstairs (everything in the dream was the
same in reality the same way the house looked the same time it would have been etc.) In the dream I get out of bed and walk down the stairs to the living room and I see
Beanie on the floor sitting there as a little 6 wk old puppy that we brought home over 10 yrs. ago. I am so happy I pick her up and carry her al!
l over the house then I look outside on the deck is Beanie as the size she was when she died (89 lbs.) I open the patio door and let her in and I have both Beanie as a baby
and adult with me.I woke up and heard a dog barking as clear as day I run downstairs but Beanie is not there. The "dream" was vivid and none of the details faded as most
dreams do. I believe that Beanie visited me and was telling me she was healthy again like she was as a puppy. She has only been gone a few days but sometimes I feel her
around me. I know that the love I have for her knows no bounds and that we will be reunited until then I will wait for another visit. God bless you Beanie. Mama loves you
and will not stop missing you until you are by my side once again.
I lost my little sweetheart BEAU 8 months ago to lymphoma. Beau was only 4 years old. He was such a good boy. He was my baby and I was devasted when I had to
put him to sleep.
I believe with all my heart that my Beau is in Heaven watching over the rest of his dog buddies that he had to leave behind.
A week after he died I thought that we were going to lose Bridie, Beau's natural sister, as she was very depressed and wouldn't eat anything for days. I had to do
something and do it fast because I couldn't let my Bridie die of a broken heart. So I went out and got Bridie a little sister, GRACIE, a french bulldog. Gracie didn't know that
she had a big job to do as she had to heal alot of hearts and she did a wonderful job.
Gracie started dog obedience school and one day the instructor came to me and said Gracie lost her I D tag last week, she still had hers on so it wasn't hers. I took it and
looked at it and I couldn't believe it, but it was Beau's name tag. I have no idea how it got there at the school as I put his tag in my china cabinet with Beau's urn, and Beau
never attended that school.
I believe that Beau is still with his family cheering them on and wanted to make Gracie the star of her class, which she was. Thanks
Kathy, Erin, Bridie, Logan and of course our little Star, GRACIE.
I was present at the birth and death of an amazing soul. I lost my Peter a couple of years ago to a rare type of pancreatic cancer - an "insulinoma." He was seven and
Peter suffered the opposite of diabetes; he could not keep his blood sugar up high enough and it would cause him
to have seizures. I used to feed him honey-stuffed meatballs every hour to prevent the seizures, and french vanilla ice cream to bring him out of one. We traveled over an
hour away for surgery, which gave him some time and some health back, but the cancer returned and he died on a Saturday morning after perking up enough to "say"
goodbye to
all of us.
We developed quite a bond during his illness, you see I have his mom and four siblings and never played favorites. But, when Pete was sick he just needed my time and
attention more. He was the one in the "pack" who had the gentlest way about him. He was a lover to all of us. When he died, it was a big loss to us all, but especially for
me because all of a sudden I was lost with out the "Pete" things to do - meds, special diet, vet app'ts, etc. I was pretty low.
On the day I went to pick up his ashes and bring him home with the family, I was the worst. I was sitting in my car and crying and I said out loud "Petey, just tell me you're
okay, the pain is gone and you are at peace." I kept "crying" it over and over..."just send me a sign." I was thinking I was never going to know...never get anything when I
burst out laughing. The whole time I was sitting behind a "Texas PETE'S" Hot Sauce truck...and PETER Cetera was singing the song from "Chances Are", the movie where
Robert Downey Jr. plays an ANGEL. I didn't need a brick to fall on me, I knew Petey was okay and watching over us all. And everytime since, when I have been sad about
Peter not being with us, I get that special "Peter" thing to make me smile. Hey Peter....wait for me boy, I'll see you someday!!! Edie
In March of 2006, my parents lost their beloved 16 year old Border Collie named Tazzie. I, along with my two dogs, decided to stay the night at my parents house the
evening of Tazzie's death. That night we were sitting in their living room reminiscing about Tazzie, when suddenly my Shih Tzu, Jitney, woke up from a sound sleep and
headed straight towards my parents bedroom where Tazzie always slept. She quickly came back to the living room and jumped in my father's lap and stood on her hind
legs and nuzzled him. She repeated this with my mom and myself and then went back and nuzzled my father again. Jitney then jumped down, laid on the floor and was fast
asleep as if she had never awoke. My Chihuahua, Joey, crept up to her and hesitantly sniffed her as if he was unsure. My parents and I have always felt Tazzie used
Jitney as a vessel to tell us good-bye, and that she was ok. I believe she nuzzled my father twice because he was her primary caregiver in her fin!
al days and was the one with her when she took her last breath. We have taken great comfort in her final visit. We know one day, we will see her again. God wouldn't
have given us such a loving, special creature as the dog and not let us share the Heavens with them.
I recently posted a prayer for my 10 year old miniature dachshund "CHELLA" who was diagnosed
with lung cancer. Sadly, but not without trying and enjoying every possible moment with her, I let her
rest May 25. It's been almost a week, and my heart still feels her absence and I even have anxiety attacks,
especially at night, since the last nights caring for her kept me nervous and up most the nights.
The first night, after she passed away,I had a vivid dream of CHELLA with "JAKKO"my other dachshund
who is 12, and my kids, having a great time in our country house. I remember carrying her and just
wondering if putting her to sleep had only been a horrible dream. A few nights after that, I could have
sworn I heard her walking through the newspapers I leave out in the hallway for them to use at night.
Yesterday my family and I went out and after leaving I had left something behind and had to return, when
I walk in I saw my living room cushions turned and on the floor, this is something Chella would do everytime
we went out and left her and Jakko behind.
Even though the sadness has not left me, and it hurts me more to see how Jakko is all alone, I have chosen
to believe that she is here with me, and seeing how hard its been for me to let go and get my routine back on
track, she's letting me feel her presence and seeing how she always cared and worried for us, she's still do
so in her afterlife, maybe somehow trying to let me know she is at peace.
Tomorrow it will be a week, and maybe in "doggy time" its alot more, but I really want to go on and enjoy what time Jakko has with us, but I definitely don't ever want to
forget Chella, she is in my prayers everyday and will always be.
had family and friends around me to offer their sympathy but, when I was alone around 11pm that evening (I was obviously exhausted with his loss) and decided to put an
end to a bad day by going to bed. As I had just got up to go to bed, I heard barking...I knew it was jack...I ran outside to hear if there were other dogs around, went up to
my bedroom, opened the windows..just to make sure i wasn't losing it... it was his distinctive bark!!!, I had him for 10yrs...I would recognize his bark, as a mother does her
child's voice....it WAS him..., but, since that day, I never heard him again. Two days ago, I was out with my 3 other Goldens and my husband was alone in the house. Last
night he told me he walked into the living room to sit down to watch tv, around 3.30 in the afternoon....and he saw a dog, a Golden, walk past him in our house,,,,but all
dogs were with me? He is a sceptical person but he was quite shaken by this experience...we can't explain this.
My precious dogs name was also Beanie. We found her in a cardboard box in the freezing rain when she was just 6 wks. old. She was a beautiful terrior mix ( she
resembled a large wheaten Terrior) This past April she was diagnosed with lymphoma. All of her lymph nodes had enlarged to the size of tennis balls and she was having
difficulty breathing. She started Chemo immediately and except for a day here or there of vomiting or occasional diarrhea she tolerated it well without many side effects.
She still enjoyed life at 10 yrs. old. She loved to be combed and to take walks she loved roast beef and even watermelon. Most importantly my husband and I loved her
endlessly. After being in remission for 6 months the cancer came back and although we were trying other chemo treatments to bring her back into remission it wasn't to be.
Over the Thanksgiving weekend she started to rapidly decline and by Sunday evening she was struggling to breath and in great distress, with a sadden
heart I rushed her to an emergency veterinary hospital and in the early morning hours of November 30th 2009 I had to say goodbye to my baby. She was euthanized and
went very quickly while I sat beside her telling her how much I loved her. I told her I would see her again one day and we would be reunited in heaven. I asked her to come
and visit me if she could find a way. I arranged to have her cremated and brought back home. I cried all the way home and have not stopped all week she is all I think
about. The first night home without her I was alone in the house as my husband was working. I dreamed that I heard a noise downstairs (everything in the dream was the
same in reality the same way the house looked the same time it would have been etc.) In the dream I get out of bed and walk down the stairs to the living room and I see
Beanie on the floor sitting there as a little 6 wk old puppy that we brought home over 10 yrs. ago. I am so happy I pick her up and carry her al!
l over the house then I look outside on the deck is Beanie as the size she was when she died (89 lbs.) I open the patio door and let her in and I have both Beanie as a baby
and adult with me.I woke up and heard a dog barking as clear as day I run downstairs but Beanie is not there. The "dream" was vivid and none of the details faded as most
dreams do. I believe that Beanie visited me and was telling me she was healthy again like she was as a puppy. She has only been gone a few days but sometimes I feel her
around me. I know that the love I have for her knows no bounds and that we will be reunited until then I will wait for another visit. God bless you Beanie. Mama loves you
and will not stop missing you until you are by my side once again.
I lost my little sweetheart BEAU 8 months ago to lymphoma. Beau was only 4 years old. He was such a good boy. He was my baby and I was devasted when I had to
put him to sleep.
I believe with all my heart that my Beau is in Heaven watching over the rest of his dog buddies that he had to leave behind.
A week after he died I thought that we were going to lose Bridie, Beau's natural sister, as she was very depressed and wouldn't eat anything for days. I had to do
something and do it fast because I couldn't let my Bridie die of a broken heart. So I went out and got Bridie a little sister, GRACIE, a french bulldog. Gracie didn't know that
she had a big job to do as she had to heal alot of hearts and she did a wonderful job.
Gracie started dog obedience school and one day the instructor came to me and said Gracie lost her I D tag last week, she still had hers on so it wasn't hers. I took it and
looked at it and I couldn't believe it, but it was Beau's name tag. I have no idea how it got there at the school as I put his tag in my china cabinet with Beau's urn, and Beau
never attended that school.
I believe that Beau is still with his family cheering them on and wanted to make Gracie the star of her class, which she was. Thanks
Kathy, Erin, Bridie, Logan and of course our little Star, GRACIE.
I was present at the birth and death of an amazing soul. I lost my Peter a couple of years ago to a rare type of pancreatic cancer - an "insulinoma." He was seven and
Peter suffered the opposite of diabetes; he could not keep his blood sugar up high enough and it would cause him
to have seizures. I used to feed him honey-stuffed meatballs every hour to prevent the seizures, and french vanilla ice cream to bring him out of one. We traveled over an
hour away for surgery, which gave him some time and some health back, but the cancer returned and he died on a Saturday morning after perking up enough to "say"
goodbye to
all of us.
We developed quite a bond during his illness, you see I have his mom and four siblings and never played favorites. But, when Pete was sick he just needed my time and
attention more. He was the one in the "pack" who had the gentlest way about him. He was a lover to all of us. When he died, it was a big loss to us all, but especially for
me because all of a sudden I was lost with out the "Pete" things to do - meds, special diet, vet app'ts, etc. I was pretty low.
On the day I went to pick up his ashes and bring him home with the family, I was the worst. I was sitting in my car and crying and I said out loud "Petey, just tell me you're
okay, the pain is gone and you are at peace." I kept "crying" it over and over..."just send me a sign." I was thinking I was never going to know...never get anything when I
burst out laughing. The whole time I was sitting behind a "Texas PETE'S" Hot Sauce truck...and PETER Cetera was singing the song from "Chances Are", the movie where
Robert Downey Jr. plays an ANGEL. I didn't need a brick to fall on me, I knew Petey was okay and watching over us all. And everytime since, when I have been sad about
Peter not being with us, I get that special "Peter" thing to make me smile. Hey Peter....wait for me boy, I'll see you someday!!! Edie
In March of 2006, my parents lost their beloved 16 year old Border Collie named Tazzie. I, along with my two dogs, decided to stay the night at my parents house the
evening of Tazzie's death. That night we were sitting in their living room reminiscing about Tazzie, when suddenly my Shih Tzu, Jitney, woke up from a sound sleep and
headed straight towards my parents bedroom where Tazzie always slept. She quickly came back to the living room and jumped in my father's lap and stood on her hind
legs and nuzzled him. She repeated this with my mom and myself and then went back and nuzzled my father again. Jitney then jumped down, laid on the floor and was fast
asleep as if she had never awoke. My Chihuahua, Joey, crept up to her and hesitantly sniffed her as if he was unsure. My parents and I have always felt Tazzie used
Jitney as a vessel to tell us good-bye, and that she was ok. I believe she nuzzled my father twice because he was her primary caregiver in her fin!
al days and was the one with her when she took her last breath. We have taken great comfort in her final visit. We know one day, we will see her again. God wouldn't
have given us such a loving, special creature as the dog and not let us share the Heavens with them.
I recently posted a prayer for my 10 year old miniature dachshund "CHELLA" who was diagnosed
with lung cancer. Sadly, but not without trying and enjoying every possible moment with her, I let her
rest May 25. It's been almost a week, and my heart still feels her absence and I even have anxiety attacks,
especially at night, since the last nights caring for her kept me nervous and up most the nights.
The first night, after she passed away,I had a vivid dream of CHELLA with "JAKKO"my other dachshund
who is 12, and my kids, having a great time in our country house. I remember carrying her and just
wondering if putting her to sleep had only been a horrible dream. A few nights after that, I could have
sworn I heard her walking through the newspapers I leave out in the hallway for them to use at night.
Yesterday my family and I went out and after leaving I had left something behind and had to return, when
I walk in I saw my living room cushions turned and on the floor, this is something Chella would do everytime
we went out and left her and Jakko behind.
Even though the sadness has not left me, and it hurts me more to see how Jakko is all alone, I have chosen
to believe that she is here with me, and seeing how hard its been for me to let go and get my routine back on
track, she's letting me feel her presence and seeing how she always cared and worried for us, she's still do
so in her afterlife, maybe somehow trying to let me know she is at peace.
Tomorrow it will be a week, and maybe in "doggy time" its alot more, but I really want to go on and enjoy what time Jakko has with us, but I definitely don't ever want to
forget Chella, she is in my prayers everyday and will always be.
My beloved divine companion Cookie Longdog - a beautiful Pointer x Setter passed away at
8.45pm on Thusday 4th February after going downhill very quickly, she was diagnosed with
cancer just one week previously.
On the morning of the day that she passed, she was laying at the foot of my bed, she was
uncomfortable and trembling, so I lent over to her and put my hand on her head to comfort her.
The trembling stopped and she started to snooze, like she always had when she was cozy and
warm, a little purr almost like a cat. Then I saw what I thought was a flash of light, kind of like the
flash of lightening that catches you off guard when you're laying in bed at night, or the flash of a
shooting star. I had my eyes wide open, it was still dark in the room, but then I saw another flash
and this time it had more form and shape, like a burst of energy. It then happened again, by this
time it had started to frighten me a little as it was so vivid and intense. My rational mind was
telling me that it was probably just stress or tiredness due to the traumatic week we had just had.
The bursts kept coming and then when I had accepted that it was actually happening and not just
a reaction of mine due to stress/ tiredness / trick of the light etc I had a very intense and
profound vision.
I saw the shape of Cookie's eyes, up close, kind of in front of me and around me and in me at the
same time. They were made of a Golden light and surrounding her eyes were hundreds of thin
strands of pure Golden light, pulsing and vibrating like pure energy. The colour was so intense
and vivid. Almost like an amalgamation of Gold, Platinum, Silver, Bronze, Copper and white all
added up together and then still more than the sum of it's parts. It is hard to describe just how
real, vivid and intense the vision was, but it was real. I then realised that this was her soul, her
spirit, her pure essense reaching out to communicate with me. I believe that it was her soul
getting ready to depart her body and letting me know that once her physical body was gone, her
spirit would carry on.
I had always wanted to believe that we had a soul that lived on beyond our physical bodies, but I
also had always been a bit skeptical, not wanting to simply believe something purely for the sake
of 'wanting' it to be real. I didn't want to delude myself, I wanted to know the truth, even if that
meant that there was no afterlife. But this experience touched me to my very core, even when I
was trying to be rational the visions kept coming until it made me realise what was actually
happening.
I now know that all living things do in fact have a soul / spirit / core essense that lives beyond our
physical bodies and the bond between myself and my beloved Cookie will live on beyond our
physical time together in this World. This has given me a lot of peace and serenity and although
I'm still very much in grief, I know that when my times comes to depart this world, Cookie will be
there waiting for me and we will be able to embrace, play and be silly with each other together
again.
I can't empahsise just how real and vivid this experience was, it just forced me to understand. It
has now opened up a whole other understanding for me and I thank my beautiful little Golden
spirit Girl - Cookie Longdog for giving this gift to me.
Thank you Cookie, I will always love you....
8.45pm on Thusday 4th February after going downhill very quickly, she was diagnosed with
cancer just one week previously.
On the morning of the day that she passed, she was laying at the foot of my bed, she was
uncomfortable and trembling, so I lent over to her and put my hand on her head to comfort her.
The trembling stopped and she started to snooze, like she always had when she was cozy and
warm, a little purr almost like a cat. Then I saw what I thought was a flash of light, kind of like the
flash of lightening that catches you off guard when you're laying in bed at night, or the flash of a
shooting star. I had my eyes wide open, it was still dark in the room, but then I saw another flash
and this time it had more form and shape, like a burst of energy. It then happened again, by this
time it had started to frighten me a little as it was so vivid and intense. My rational mind was
telling me that it was probably just stress or tiredness due to the traumatic week we had just had.
The bursts kept coming and then when I had accepted that it was actually happening and not just
a reaction of mine due to stress/ tiredness / trick of the light etc I had a very intense and
profound vision.
I saw the shape of Cookie's eyes, up close, kind of in front of me and around me and in me at the
same time. They were made of a Golden light and surrounding her eyes were hundreds of thin
strands of pure Golden light, pulsing and vibrating like pure energy. The colour was so intense
and vivid. Almost like an amalgamation of Gold, Platinum, Silver, Bronze, Copper and white all
added up together and then still more than the sum of it's parts. It is hard to describe just how
real, vivid and intense the vision was, but it was real. I then realised that this was her soul, her
spirit, her pure essense reaching out to communicate with me. I believe that it was her soul
getting ready to depart her body and letting me know that once her physical body was gone, her
spirit would carry on.
I had always wanted to believe that we had a soul that lived on beyond our physical bodies, but I
also had always been a bit skeptical, not wanting to simply believe something purely for the sake
of 'wanting' it to be real. I didn't want to delude myself, I wanted to know the truth, even if that
meant that there was no afterlife. But this experience touched me to my very core, even when I
was trying to be rational the visions kept coming until it made me realise what was actually
happening.
I now know that all living things do in fact have a soul / spirit / core essense that lives beyond our
physical bodies and the bond between myself and my beloved Cookie will live on beyond our
physical time together in this World. This has given me a lot of peace and serenity and although
I'm still very much in grief, I know that when my times comes to depart this world, Cookie will be
there waiting for me and we will be able to embrace, play and be silly with each other together
again.
I can't empahsise just how real and vivid this experience was, it just forced me to understand. It
has now opened up a whole other understanding for me and I thank my beautiful little Golden
spirit Girl - Cookie Longdog for giving this gift to me.
Thank you Cookie, I will always love you....
For about 7 years I was blessed to be able to take care of a German shepherd named Indy. His owner was a friend from work and when ever he and his family went
away I took him. Sometimes I just took him for a visit. Dave was kind enough to allow it cause he knew I loved Indy. The day came when Dave told me he had taken a job in
Colorado I was bummed. I took Indy one last time before he moved. I told him I loved him and that I would miss him and asked him not to forget me. I cried returning him for
the last time.
I have since moved to a home that is in a country setting and fairly remote. My closet neighbor is a policeman and has a corgie, Max. This January the 11th I had gone to
bed at 10:30. Within seconds of my hopping in bed I heard a dog barking. Three times it barked and I knew it was on my property close to my house. Then seconds later it
was barking constantly at my garage door. I leaped out of bed and looked out the window. I thought that's a shepherds bark. It barked consistently. I looked over to my
neighbors house I thought perhaps it could be max and something was wrong. But that house was quiet and Max never came to my house like that and besides it wasn't his
bark. I had lights in my bed room thanks to a great electrician, and turned them right on. The bark was now at my bedroom window I looked and looked but couldn't see a
dog. I kept saying where the hell is it. it should be right there! How can I miss it it's obviously a big dog its right under my window. It had to be no further than 5 feet way but I
saw nothing. Very unnerved as I live alone, I was scared to open a door and walk outside. If this dog attacked me it could eat me and being so removed no one would
know! SO I hoped back into bed- scared and waited. It barked for another 30 seconds or so and abruptly stopped. There was a blizzard here on Wednesday and I plowed
snow from 5 am till 10 that night. I had been having difficulty since Tuesday breathing, my lungs were on fire and it felt like my chest was being squeezed. I thought for sure
I was going to be really sick in the morning.
I was in bed by 11:00pm that night and only slept till 1. I opened my email to find an email from Dave. I knew right away why he was writing I didn't want to open the email,
but I did. Indy had died early Wednesday morning from lymphoma. I had no idea he was even sick. I was devastated and cried- sobbing for over an hour until I fell asleep.
(oddly I realized my lungs weren't so bad anymore the pain and squeezing was nearly gone I could never have sobbed as I did if they were like they were Tuesday). I wrote
back the next morning asking Dave what Indy was like before he died and what time he died. In the interim I contacted my neighbor to see if by chance Max was out that
night. He confirmed that it wasn't Max. So I proceeded to tell him what happened telling him you'll think I am crazy but. ......Part way through he stopped me. HE THEN
PROCEEDED TO TELL ME HIS EXPERIENCE 5 YEARS EARLIER.
His beloved dog died. He too was devastated. He told me that he had a very distinct bark. Unmistakable. A week later while in his kitchen he heard his dogs bark in is back
yard. He was looking out the window and couldn't see him. Then all of a sudden it was on his deck. The bark persisted on his deck but he couldn't see anything. he went to
his door and saw nothing. No way could a dog have gotten in or out of the area with out him seeing it yet there was nothing there.
He said right away the exact thing happened to me. Just as you described it.
He never told his family or anyone because he knew they would think he was crazy. He being a sound minded conservative guy with the nice normal family was telling me
this. I couldn't believe it! He then said if you loved that dog and you bonded with him he loved you back just as much and came back to say good bye.
So I wrote Dave and told him the story. He wrote back asking if I was sure 10:30pm ET on Tuesday was when it happened. I said yes. He told me it was then that he
brought Indy outside for the last time and laid him in the snow. He had explained it was then he knew Indy was giving up. He just laid there not moving. He had gone in to
put his kids to bed and left him for a short time. I believe it was then that Indy's spirit came to me. He must have been close enough to death.
Dave also commented on the fact he though it odd that I had such difficulty breathing on Tuesday.
He recognized the bond between us when I took care of him and believes that Indy came to me that night as well.
I don't question if it was a spirit for two reasons. I know what I heard and what I didn't see in a fully lit area. And that for a neighbor who was the least likely person I would
expect to have shared the same experience to tell me as he did, we both decided that both dogs came back to say good bye because they must have felt it necessary—
because they loved us too. My neighbor said he never believed in that stuff until then. Me on the other hand have experienced
several things but only with people. Never with an animal.
The most amazing thing is that Indy was the only living thing that I have trusted in nearly 16 years never leave me, to always be there, to always protect me, to actually
love me. ABOVE any human he was at the top.
He remained true even in death— he didn't forget me.
Michelle
away I took him. Sometimes I just took him for a visit. Dave was kind enough to allow it cause he knew I loved Indy. The day came when Dave told me he had taken a job in
Colorado I was bummed. I took Indy one last time before he moved. I told him I loved him and that I would miss him and asked him not to forget me. I cried returning him for
the last time.
I have since moved to a home that is in a country setting and fairly remote. My closet neighbor is a policeman and has a corgie, Max. This January the 11th I had gone to
bed at 10:30. Within seconds of my hopping in bed I heard a dog barking. Three times it barked and I knew it was on my property close to my house. Then seconds later it
was barking constantly at my garage door. I leaped out of bed and looked out the window. I thought that's a shepherds bark. It barked consistently. I looked over to my
neighbors house I thought perhaps it could be max and something was wrong. But that house was quiet and Max never came to my house like that and besides it wasn't his
bark. I had lights in my bed room thanks to a great electrician, and turned them right on. The bark was now at my bedroom window I looked and looked but couldn't see a
dog. I kept saying where the hell is it. it should be right there! How can I miss it it's obviously a big dog its right under my window. It had to be no further than 5 feet way but I
saw nothing. Very unnerved as I live alone, I was scared to open a door and walk outside. If this dog attacked me it could eat me and being so removed no one would
know! SO I hoped back into bed- scared and waited. It barked for another 30 seconds or so and abruptly stopped. There was a blizzard here on Wednesday and I plowed
snow from 5 am till 10 that night. I had been having difficulty since Tuesday breathing, my lungs were on fire and it felt like my chest was being squeezed. I thought for sure
I was going to be really sick in the morning.
I was in bed by 11:00pm that night and only slept till 1. I opened my email to find an email from Dave. I knew right away why he was writing I didn't want to open the email,
but I did. Indy had died early Wednesday morning from lymphoma. I had no idea he was even sick. I was devastated and cried- sobbing for over an hour until I fell asleep.
(oddly I realized my lungs weren't so bad anymore the pain and squeezing was nearly gone I could never have sobbed as I did if they were like they were Tuesday). I wrote
back the next morning asking Dave what Indy was like before he died and what time he died. In the interim I contacted my neighbor to see if by chance Max was out that
night. He confirmed that it wasn't Max. So I proceeded to tell him what happened telling him you'll think I am crazy but. ......Part way through he stopped me. HE THEN
PROCEEDED TO TELL ME HIS EXPERIENCE 5 YEARS EARLIER.
His beloved dog died. He too was devastated. He told me that he had a very distinct bark. Unmistakable. A week later while in his kitchen he heard his dogs bark in is back
yard. He was looking out the window and couldn't see him. Then all of a sudden it was on his deck. The bark persisted on his deck but he couldn't see anything. he went to
his door and saw nothing. No way could a dog have gotten in or out of the area with out him seeing it yet there was nothing there.
He said right away the exact thing happened to me. Just as you described it.
He never told his family or anyone because he knew they would think he was crazy. He being a sound minded conservative guy with the nice normal family was telling me
this. I couldn't believe it! He then said if you loved that dog and you bonded with him he loved you back just as much and came back to say good bye.
So I wrote Dave and told him the story. He wrote back asking if I was sure 10:30pm ET on Tuesday was when it happened. I said yes. He told me it was then that he
brought Indy outside for the last time and laid him in the snow. He had explained it was then he knew Indy was giving up. He just laid there not moving. He had gone in to
put his kids to bed and left him for a short time. I believe it was then that Indy's spirit came to me. He must have been close enough to death.
Dave also commented on the fact he though it odd that I had such difficulty breathing on Tuesday.
He recognized the bond between us when I took care of him and believes that Indy came to me that night as well.
I don't question if it was a spirit for two reasons. I know what I heard and what I didn't see in a fully lit area. And that for a neighbor who was the least likely person I would
expect to have shared the same experience to tell me as he did, we both decided that both dogs came back to say good bye because they must have felt it necessary—
because they loved us too. My neighbor said he never believed in that stuff until then. Me on the other hand have experienced
several things but only with people. Never with an animal.
The most amazing thing is that Indy was the only living thing that I have trusted in nearly 16 years never leave me, to always be there, to always protect me, to actually
love me. ABOVE any human he was at the top.
He remained true even in death— he didn't forget me.
Michelle
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Chloe
It has been four long months since my beloved dog of twelve years passed.
We had a very strong bond and her passing has left me completely devastated. I miss her so very much,
every day. My husband and two small children miss her too and my daughter’s rabbit at the time, and
our cat and dog, must have missed her too because I caught each of them digging furiously where she
was put to
rest in our backyard.....
Her passing was particularly heart breaking as I had to make the difficult and very painful decision to
have her put to sleep when her health declined after a stroke.
As I lay watching her in the middle of the night during her final days with us, I would recall the day I first
saw her at the RSPCA when she was just three months old.
My husband and I had not planned on adopting a dog that day, we just enjoyed visiting all of them and
saying hello.
But when we went into the cage, she came straight up and kissed me gently on the ear and then the nose.
You could say it was love at first sight. I believe she chose me, and in that moment, I knew I would be
her guardian.
‘Chloe’ was majestic, a beautiful Great Dane x. Very intelligent, extremely protective of her human pack
but a gentle giant by nature.
She had a bright and beautiful aura, and all other animals were drawn to her. Our rabbit would hop all
over her when she was resting and she wouldn’t mind in the least. And our very timid cat’s personality
would change as soon as she saw her, and she’d rub herself all over her to say hello.
It was just recently that I experienced something I can’t explain...this is my story....
It was the weekend and I’d woken before everyone else. I was lying there thinking about all the things I had to do that day when a very loud WOOF resonated through my
head and was so loud it blocked out what I was thinking about and jolted me out of my thoughts. I recognized the bark as hers as she had a very distinctive one being a
very large dog.
Sometimes if she wanted to get your attention, she could be deafening!
I tried to rationalise what had happened. Had I been thinking about her when it occurred? No I hadn’t. It was totally unexpected.
Later that day I thought about how she used to come into my room in the mornings and put her head right near mine and bark in my face to say Good Morning or try to get
me out of bed! It makes sense that if she were trying to reach me she would do it at this time of the day and in this way, when I was alone and in my own thoughts.
I feel comforted by this strange happening and feel that my intense grief has been partially replaced with the comfort of knowing that although I can no longer look into her
eyes, she is still close to me in spirit.
It has been four long months since my beloved dog of twelve years passed.
We had a very strong bond and her passing has left me completely devastated. I miss her so very much,
every day. My husband and two small children miss her too and my daughter’s rabbit at the time, and
our cat and dog, must have missed her too because I caught each of them digging furiously where she
was put to
rest in our backyard.....
Her passing was particularly heart breaking as I had to make the difficult and very painful decision to
have her put to sleep when her health declined after a stroke.
As I lay watching her in the middle of the night during her final days with us, I would recall the day I first
saw her at the RSPCA when she was just three months old.
My husband and I had not planned on adopting a dog that day, we just enjoyed visiting all of them and
saying hello.
But when we went into the cage, she came straight up and kissed me gently on the ear and then the nose.
You could say it was love at first sight. I believe she chose me, and in that moment, I knew I would be
her guardian.
‘Chloe’ was majestic, a beautiful Great Dane x. Very intelligent, extremely protective of her human pack
but a gentle giant by nature.
She had a bright and beautiful aura, and all other animals were drawn to her. Our rabbit would hop all
over her when she was resting and she wouldn’t mind in the least. And our very timid cat’s personality
would change as soon as she saw her, and she’d rub herself all over her to say hello.
It was just recently that I experienced something I can’t explain...this is my story....
It was the weekend and I’d woken before everyone else. I was lying there thinking about all the things I had to do that day when a very loud WOOF resonated through my
head and was so loud it blocked out what I was thinking about and jolted me out of my thoughts. I recognized the bark as hers as she had a very distinctive one being a
very large dog.
Sometimes if she wanted to get your attention, she could be deafening!
I tried to rationalise what had happened. Had I been thinking about her when it occurred? No I hadn’t. It was totally unexpected.
Later that day I thought about how she used to come into my room in the mornings and put her head right near mine and bark in my face to say Good Morning or try to get
me out of bed! It makes sense that if she were trying to reach me she would do it at this time of the day and in this way, when I was alone and in my own thoughts.
I feel comforted by this strange happening and feel that my intense grief has been partially replaced with the comfort of knowing that although I can no longer look into her
eyes, she is still close to me in spirit.
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