Visits From Your Babies After Passing On |
Visits From Your Babies After Passing On |
Sep 18 2004, 05:46 PM
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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 8 Joined: 16-September 04 Member No.: 481 |
Hi everyone. I just wanted to know...has anyone been visited by their furbabies after they've passed on??? I have and it is a truly remarkable experience-it really helps with the grief.
-------------------- [FONT=Impact]Dixmuffin
"love knows not it's own depth until the hour of separation..." |
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Jul 10 2006, 12:12 AM
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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 340 Joined: 19-June 06 From: Western Washington Member No.: 1,750 |
Oh, this thread of posts is making me cry. In the last few years I lost two cats who both visited me in dreams a few times. You're right, they're not like other dreams. In fact, in one, when I saw Tin, I yelled to everyone else to hold on a minute. Then just like pausing a movie, I rushed over, scooped her up, and had a joyous hello. Moments later the dream picked up right where it had left off.
My recent loss was Mink, 4 weeks ago today. Two days after he was killed (at age 3), Willow and I woke to a thwapping sound on the bathtub. Loud, rapid, thwap, thwap, thwap. EXACTLY the sound of Mink's tail flicking back and forth as he excitedly watched birdies at the feeder outside the window. (Kitty TV, I called it.) It was loud, it was there, and both Willow and I heard it. Because it was SO loud and real -- no barest wisp here, I immediately dismissed it as being Mink. The only thing I could think of was that an animal was under the house and flapping around under the tub area. Structurally, this makes no sense, but to scare away the animal, I thumped my fist on the side of the tub. It still kept going. Odd, if it were a bird underneath, that should have scared it away. So I stepped into the tub and stomped my feet. It stopped. I haven't heard the sound since. And the only thing it sounded like -- the ONLY thing -- was Mink's tail, thwap, thwap, thwap. It's hard for me to believe that Mink's spirit could make such a loud physical noise, but now with reflection, I feel it was him. And I REGRET stepping into the tub to make it stop. I hope he doesn't think I was trying to scare him away -- I'd be horrified if he thought that. I wish I'd just listened, and watched the birdies with him. Oh, I ache with missing him! He was my baby, my child, my light. I so desperately want to have another visit with him, so I can show him how much I love him and never meant to chase away his presence last time. Sometimes I feel like I'm coping okay, and then a bubble of the most crushing grief surfaces and I'm sobbing all over again. -------------------- ...You precious children, of four feet, whiskers, and mischief...
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