Have You Received Signs From Your Pet Or Messages From Our Creator Abo Options

[chele]

I don't know if this really counts as a sign from God or from Callie or if it's even a sign. I lost Callie 5 weeks ago today to Hemangiosarcoma. Choosing to end her life was an easy decision that has proven very hard to live with. For the first time in almost 14 years I was home alone when I got home from work. The silence was killing me. We went to a nearby shelter and brought home Sandy. She is a great dog and we are learning about each other as we build a friendship. I've had her now for 3 1/2 weeks and she still won't sleep beside my bed where Callie slept, nor will she stay in the computer room where Callie and I spent so much time together, nor will she go to the garden with me in the mornings like Callie always did. It's as if Callie is still present and guarding her territory. I don't "feel" her presence, but I swear Sandy does. I take comfort thinking Callie is still with me.

[debandfrankie]

Oh, dear Chele, your post made me smile! Callie is very much alive and well in spirit, and Sandy certainly knows that!

It's as if Callie is still alive. It may take a while, but the two of them will learn to share you, and hopefully Callie will gradually inch over and make a little space for Sandy.

Callie's obviously top dog, even in the after life! :-)

I'm also getting a new dog, in a few weeks, so it will be interesting to see what happens. I was going to use Frankie's old bed, but I think I'd better get a new one!

take care
deb

[debandfrankie]

Hi Lori,

Thanks for your lovely post about the song you'd been humming - no co-incidence, I'm sure, that it came on the radio.

I too have had depression in the past, so I'm extra careful about managing my grief. I've had to take special care making sure I get out of the house but not letting myself get too exhausted when I'm out. Eating healthy food, drinking lots of water, getting enough rest, etc., all these little things are crucial.

Also, having cared for my little dog for so long (I mourned him for years before he actually died - the vet told me when he was TWO that he wouldn't live very long, and he lived until he was 17 1/2!!!) it's my turn to spoil myself a little. I had a gift voucher from a clothing store which my husband gave me for Christmas. I finally went and used it! (Only took 8 months LOL).

Little things like watching a favourite comedy show, or making a cup of tea, are so important. Take care of your sweet self, Lori, and do please stay in touch.

hugs
deb

[chele]

Deb, yup, Callie is top dog! *LOL* She always had such an attitude.

Oddly enough, Sandy will sleep on Skeeters bed and even goes into Skeeters "bedroom". Seems strange to me she's more respectful of a dead dog than the live one!

[debandfrankie]

Seems strange to me she's more respectful of a dead dog than the live one!

...and so she should be :-) The live one can still challenge her LOL

[chele]

I had the most disturbing dream last night.

I had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. My husband left me because of it. On the last day of my life I went to some kind of party, and everyone I know was there. I visited with them all, and took pictures with my cell phone, as if somehow I could take the phone and their pictures with me when I passed. I walked through a city and came to a vehicle, could have been a hearse or ambulance, I don't know. Two women I know were in it. The invited me in and had me lay on a backboard/bed type thing that seemed to be like an air mattress. For some reason my feet were up by the steering wheel. I asked them if they were sure this was where they wanted me, because I was about to die you know, and I didn't want to be in the way. They assured me I was in the right place. I showed them how bad the edema was in my leg and then I laid down. I felt myself start to slip away, my whole body started tingling like it does when a foot "falls asleep" and I started calling for Callie over and over again. "Callie! Callie! Callie!", like I was calling her to me. I must have yelled her name dozens of times before I passed. Her name was on my lips when I died.

And then I woke up. I did not have any feeling of shortness of breath like I sometimes do. But I kept asking myself, "Am I alive?" as I laid there, heard my husband snore, the alarm went off, and I knew I was still alive.

Did I actually die in my sleep and Callie saved me? Was it a message from Callie to call her and she'd be there when my time comes? Or was it just a very intense and realistic dream with no meaning whatsoever? I don't suppose I'll ever really know, but I can say one thing for certain; I'm a bit nervous to sleep again, half afraid I won't wake up! And yet, my first feeling upon waking was one of comfort, as if now I know what it is like to die, and that Callie and I will be together again when the time comes.

Very very disturbing.