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Poem For My Buddy

Still struggling, but last night in the wee hours, my husband and I both had an experience together.........we had both been sound asleep, and I thought he was dreaming when he raised up slightly and said "BUD?" I raised up to as I heard that little sound Bud always made when he wanted us to get him or let him out to pee. that little grunt....uhh uhh. We both looked at each other and held hands as we lay there thanking him for that little message. He was sending us yet another message of love. I believe they are in the next dimension and a better life, which we know little or nothing about yet. But obviously they can "send" little messages or somethings to us here and there when they know our hearts are aching. These messages are everywhere if we can just accept and acknowledge them. We could have talked ourselves out of it, and said oh that was just our imagination or wishful thinking, etc, but we choose to embrace it, accept it, and be thankful for it.

Also my grandson who is 10, called today to tell me he had a dream about Bud last night -----isn't that something? He said Bud came to him and told him to watch a tv show on Discovery today..........he turned it on and there was a show about a boy his age and his dog, "BUD". It was a definite and clear message.
He said, i know Bud loves us and misses us, and wants us to know he's alright.

Here's some lines for you, Bud, my Bud Man, my Ratpink, Rooting tooter, my cowboy, my baby boy.

You came to me by chance it seemed
From a bad place
You needed love, I needed to give it

You gave so much joy and love to us
The questions in my heart I guess
were these

Did I love you enough
Did I give you all you needed
Did we do enough
Did you know how much we loved you?

We have felt so much guilt
For all we perceive as our sins
But we have felt your love
Reaching through the blackness
To tell us in many ways
Of your forgiveness and your love
And of the hope we can hold onto
For a Day with no tears, no pain, no sorrow
When we will "know as we are known"
And have peace and happiness
That can never be taken from us again.

Thank you for reaching through
to send us little messages
From your sweet little heart
To our suffering hearts
Thank you for easing the pain

We send you our love and our thoughts
And remembrances which we will never forget
Please keep on sending us messages
And know that we think of and speak of you daily
We love you always the same
as if you were still right here in our arms

Our Buddy, our friend, our baby boy.
The mere mention of the word LOVE
brings your little face to mind.

8 Days Ago Today

Last Monday, I drove 600 miles to get home to my puppy boy whom my husband had taken to the emergency clinic the night before and they kept him. He had had the heart worm treatment 4 weeks earlier, and seemed to be well and feeling pretty good for a 15 year old. He is a black Pomeranian with the white markings around his mouth and feet--from his mother, who was a champion, the black from his father, also a champion.

We had him since he was 9 weeks old. He was always such fun, loving, never bad.
His favorite toy was his ALF, which is still here, and it is the only one he paid any attention to the past couple of years, although he had a big basket of toys and would go and find any particular one you named among them.

He loved to throw back his little head and sing with all his might when the national anthem came on tv at a race or a game. It seemed to be his favorite song.

He was so intelligent and perceptive. He seemed to understand when I was sad or tired or sick or happy and he would comfort me or jump with glee if I was happy.
He didn't like people that I didn't like. He loved those I loved. Funny.

I made it to the pet clinic just in time to spend his last hour with him, and I know he knew it was me, even though the massive stroke he had suffered left him totally blind and deaf and paralyzed from his chest down. He had been barking pitifully, constantly, and his eyes kept rolling back and he would push his head back like you would do if you felt like you were drowning, paddling with his front paws. It was heart breaking.

All the way home I talked to him aloud and in my spirit. I almost never turn on the radio in the car because it irritates me, but I had a strong feeling to do so. Instantly i heard the last line of this song..........WHATEVER IT TAKES OR HOW MY HEART BREAKS, I WILL BE RIGHT HERE WAITING FOR YOU......I knew it was a message from my baby boy. I turned the channel, and I could not believe I was hearing the nation anthem!!!!! I have NEVER heard that played on the radio in my life, altho i am sure it has been, but I have never heard it. It was so that I would know for SURE. Unmistakeably. My baby wanted me to know he was waiting and holding on for me to get there.

The horror my little puppy boy went through is unimagineable. His strength is incredible. His love will always be in my heart.
I have heard his scratch at the back door twice this week. I have recieved two other song messages from him letting me know he is not alone, and I HAD TO SAY I LOVE YOU IN A SONG......which I felt and believe he was trying to tell us as we held him there at the clinic. When Dr gave him the shot in his I V at the end, his little eyes cleared instantly and he looked directly at us. He had tried so hard to communicate to us that he loved us. But he sent that message because he wanted us to know for sure. We know baby boy. We love you so much.

I know my mom came to get him, because I saw her come down the hallway to my bedroom door a few nights before I had left on my trip, which kept me away when my baby got sick. I know now that she came to be with him and to take him with her, as she was the only one on the other side that Buddy knew. He saw her too. We both looked in that direction as she stopped at the door tomy room.
I didn't know then of course what was going to happen.

The grief is impossible to bear, and seems like it will never stop. Our pets are such a big part of our life and no one can ever convince me that they don't have souls. Of course they do. All creation does. And all will live again in God's kingdom with no end. Not just floating around somewhere in a foggy existence, but a LIFE, full and exciting such as we can't imagine yet.
I hold on to this thought, and I wait for more knowledge and understanding as I finish my own course.

Thanks for your forum, and I hope to gain strength and give strength amond those who love and hope and believe in Life and Love.
God Bless .........