Post by matt on Nov 4, 2008 5:31:53 GMT -5
Okay, So I am not a skeptic, but I am a cynic. I am the kind of guy who find something wrong with most everything. That being said, when i read some of these accounts of their pets coming back and making contact with them I got a little choked up.
I had a dog name meagan from the time I was 3 until I was 19. The bond that me and meagan had is undefinable. I will do my best to describe it. We were so close that when I was a small boy i would lay in front of the TV and use her as a pillow and she would watch the TV. She was with me when I got my first stitches, and she protected me from a retired police dog that went psycho. She was viewed as my sister, my parents would even call her that. As she aged we made her as comfortable as we possibly could. Oh yea, her breed was very unique. She as pureblood mix. She had the head and long curls and ears of a thingyer spaniel. She had the purple spots on her tongue like a chow, and huge feet with white socks. She was a little black curly sweet heart. Anyway as she aged her hips started giving out and she became incontinent. You could tell she was embarrassed by this because she was so smart and capable in her youth. She moved with us from florida, where we got her at the jacksonville animal shelter, to Waterloo, Iowa.
One day after class I was with my girlfriend at the time, Emily, I received a call from my dad who was as close to meagan as I was. He wvery stoically informed me that it was time to take Meagan to the vet clinic I used to work at. I knew exactly what that meant. It was time for us to take away her pain. That was how i had to look at it. Even though that is was I thought, I felt a pressure in my chest like I have never felt because of the impending loss. I met my father at our duplex and we took meagan to the vet. Jerry, the vet of ours, explained what the process of putting someone to sleep would consist of. I was very familiar with it. When the time came I knelt in front of meagan so she could look into my eyes. As the medication was pushed through the syringe, I could see she was leaving her body. I take comfort in knowing She was looking into loving eyes as she passed. I sobbed from the time I left the vet office til late that night with Emily. The pain I felt is indescribable.
About two years later I moved to lancaster county south carolina with my current dog brandy, a german short haired pointer. We moved there because my father had died there recently and my mother was becoming sick. She recovered shortly there after and moved out of that house leaving me and Brandy. This is when odd things began happening. There were nights when me and brandy would be down stairs watching TV and all of a sudden we could here foot steps up stairs. NOt human foot steps, but it was the gait of a quadra ped with long nails, clip clopping on the linoleum. Then the tell tale sound of meagan's " jewelry". She had a bright silver choke chain she wore and loved. She refused to wear anything else. God knows we tried. I knew I was not the only one to hear it because Brandy perked up right before I did. I also would be napping on the couch with Brandy on the inside of me, she is not a small dog. I would then feel Meagan rub up against the couch like she did when she was scratching her side and back. Then , I know this sounds crazy, I could smell her distinct smell. Not my Brandy's.
Meagan's ashes are currently buried and resting behind the house where this happened. I find it rather more than coincidence that this happened as Meagan was cremated around 600 miles from her final resting spot. I think she was also partially driven by the fact my father died in the house and some other odd things happened. One really awesome thing is, I have never spoke to the people that currently live there. I am going to try and speak with them in the near future to see if they have experienced anything similar. There are other major things that happened , but that is for another time. Catch yall soon Let me know what u think
I had a dog name meagan from the time I was 3 until I was 19. The bond that me and meagan had is undefinable. I will do my best to describe it. We were so close that when I was a small boy i would lay in front of the TV and use her as a pillow and she would watch the TV. She was with me when I got my first stitches, and she protected me from a retired police dog that went psycho. She was viewed as my sister, my parents would even call her that. As she aged we made her as comfortable as we possibly could. Oh yea, her breed was very unique. She as pureblood mix. She had the head and long curls and ears of a thingyer spaniel. She had the purple spots on her tongue like a chow, and huge feet with white socks. She was a little black curly sweet heart. Anyway as she aged her hips started giving out and she became incontinent. You could tell she was embarrassed by this because she was so smart and capable in her youth. She moved with us from florida, where we got her at the jacksonville animal shelter, to Waterloo, Iowa.
One day after class I was with my girlfriend at the time, Emily, I received a call from my dad who was as close to meagan as I was. He wvery stoically informed me that it was time to take Meagan to the vet clinic I used to work at. I knew exactly what that meant. It was time for us to take away her pain. That was how i had to look at it. Even though that is was I thought, I felt a pressure in my chest like I have never felt because of the impending loss. I met my father at our duplex and we took meagan to the vet. Jerry, the vet of ours, explained what the process of putting someone to sleep would consist of. I was very familiar with it. When the time came I knelt in front of meagan so she could look into my eyes. As the medication was pushed through the syringe, I could see she was leaving her body. I take comfort in knowing She was looking into loving eyes as she passed. I sobbed from the time I left the vet office til late that night with Emily. The pain I felt is indescribable.
About two years later I moved to lancaster county south carolina with my current dog brandy, a german short haired pointer. We moved there because my father had died there recently and my mother was becoming sick. She recovered shortly there after and moved out of that house leaving me and Brandy. This is when odd things began happening. There were nights when me and brandy would be down stairs watching TV and all of a sudden we could here foot steps up stairs. NOt human foot steps, but it was the gait of a quadra ped with long nails, clip clopping on the linoleum. Then the tell tale sound of meagan's " jewelry". She had a bright silver choke chain she wore and loved. She refused to wear anything else. God knows we tried. I knew I was not the only one to hear it because Brandy perked up right before I did. I also would be napping on the couch with Brandy on the inside of me, she is not a small dog. I would then feel Meagan rub up against the couch like she did when she was scratching her side and back. Then , I know this sounds crazy, I could smell her distinct smell. Not my Brandy's.
Meagan's ashes are currently buried and resting behind the house where this happened. I find it rather more than coincidence that this happened as Meagan was cremated around 600 miles from her final resting spot. I think she was also partially driven by the fact my father died in the house and some other odd things happened. One really awesome thing is, I have never spoke to the people that currently live there. I am going to try and speak with them in the near future to see if they have experienced anything similar. There are other major things that happened , but that is for another time. Catch yall soon Let me know what u think
