posted on Feb, 6 2007 @ 08:13 AM
Sorry about your loss, Shearder. Losing a pet under any circumstances is a really painful experience.
As you say, our dogs (and other pets) are able to understand us better than anyone we know. They seem to read our minds. They never judge us. They
love us unconditionally. They forgive us as easily as they breathe.
If your dog seemed as if she wanted to go home rather than to the vet, it would have been because yes, she probably did understand your decision, but
even though she was in pain, she didn't want to leave you. She would have known how sad you were.
After our dog died, I spoke to him .. with my mind. I told him he'd done a great job all those years and now it was time for him to have well-earned
rest. I told him not to worry about us -- that we loved him and always would, but now it was time for him to move on and have some fun and we'd see
He was such a loyal and devoted friend and I was worried he'd try to stay, or come back in spirit to take care of us. I didn't want him to get
stuck on this plane. So even though I was absolutely heartbroken (we all were) I was firm with him. And I was firm with myself and made myself do
what was best for him, even though I would have given everything I owned to have him back again. For a few days after he died, all we did was cry --
the entire family. But then I told myself and the rest of the family that we had to stop grieving now and be strong, or we'd hold him back and make
him feel guilty.
About a month after our dog died, I went to bed late one night and felt a warm patch at the end of the bed. It was cool weather. The rest of the bed
was cold. The warm patch was where he used to lie sometimes. Nothing like it had ever happened before. There was no other explanation for the warm
patch. I sensed straight away that he was there. So I told him how much we loved and valued him, and again told him it was his time to move forward
and we looked forward to seeing him when our turn came. It was hard to do, but it was best for him.
I prayed that he would be loved and cared for by compassionate spirits and asked them to assure him that we loved him.
Our dog was 16. He had cancer. He'd endured two operations in our desperate attempts to keep him with us. The vet told us there was nothing more
that could be done. The cancer came back. The vet said that when we'd prepared ourselves, he would come and administer a lethal dose. Although we
could see the growth in our dog's mouth, the rest of his body was as strong and healthy as ever. Our children begged me not to call the vet just
yet. I think they were hoping their prayers could reverse our dog's illness.
One night I had a dream. In the dream, our dog said to me: " You know what you have to do, don't you. "
Next morning, as soon as I awoke, I went to my son's room. Our dog was sitting on the end of my son's bed. I looked at our dog and he looked back
at me. The expression on his face was the same as in the dream, and with his mind, our dog again told me that it was time to summon the vet. With my
mind, I apologised for not doing so sooner. Then I rang the vet.
We spent the whole day with our dog, doing all the things he liked. Then at the arranged time, the vet arrived.
We were all there, surrounding our dog, holding him and patting him. He didn't bark or jump around when the vet came, the way he would usually have
done. He was very calm, as if he was aware of the reason for the vet's arrival. Then the vet took out his clippers and shaved off a small patch of
hair near his foot, in preparation for the lethal injection.
Our dog had very sensitive feet and didn't even like us to touch them. Yet he didn't make any objection when the vet took hold of his foot and used
the clippers. Instead, he settled deeper into our arms and rested his head on his other foot and closed his eyes. We were all very surprised. It
was as if he knew what was about to happen --- and was relieved.
The vet injected the solution.
I mistakenly believed that the lethal injection would take five or ten minutes to take effect.
But almost immediately, I saw something rise up from our dog. It was so fast ! It rose up and it was visible ! Then in a split second, it was
gone. I can't tell you how fast it was. It was misty, similar to smoke or mist. It could only have been our dog's spirit. I've never seen
anything like it before or since.
My son also saw it and a roar of grief burst from him and shattered the silence as he called our dog's name. I knew he'd seen the spirit rise up
and disappear, too.
I swung to the vet in surprise and shock, because I hadn't known all of this would happen so swiftly.
The vet seemed transfixed. I realised he'd also seen our dog's spirit leave his body.
The vet's eyes looked watery. He just sat there a moment, staring inwardly, really. Then he covered his emotions by packing things into his bag.
The moment his spirit rose from his body, you could tell our dog was gone. You could feel the difference in the atmosphere. We all could, even
though physically, he just looked as if he was sleeping.
Two days later, the vet sent us a handwritten sympathy card to say it had been a very moving experience and he hoped we were ok. He ran a very busy
practice and to be honest, even though he was an excellent vet, I'd previously always thought him to be quite cold and clinical. Seeing our dog's
spirit must have been a profound moment for him. It certainly was for us.
I've told a few people that we saw our dog's spirit depart and that it was so fast. Some of them have looked at me with frankly sceptical
But I assure you, it happened just as I've reported. I didn't expect to see anything at all and thought that after the injection, our dog would
just get sleepier and sleepier until he ceased breathing. I thought it would take quite a while. I didn't know it would be so fast. To be honest,
I hadn't allowed myself to think about what would happen, beforehand. So what I saw wasn't the result of preconceived ideas. It actually happened
and it took me totally by surprise. From this I can tell you, based on personal experience, that yes, animals DO have souls. No one will convince me
otherwise after what I saw.
In the following post, I'll relate some real life reports of animal spirits.