| 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. |
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.
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 |
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.
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.
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....
