By sonia, Sunday, January 31, 2010 11:34:25 AM
I have had many pets, however when I lost my Dakota I saw him afterwards playing in the snow while i was shoveling the sidewalk. I look forward to seeing him and the others on the other side soon.. When I lost him I was not sure if I was going to get another then, I came accross Jeffrey.. Why I did, was strange as it took me hours to find the shelter where he was at, and as I was just about to give up I stop at a fire station in the area for directions and the fire cheif took me to the front door of the shelter. We saw Jeffrey and I knew he had issues, major ones and I was told by the person I was with that I agreeed with them, but I felt that he had potential.. against my friends advice I said I did not want to wait and come back, because I did not know that he would still be there. As I was saying that someone else came in the shelter as was asking about him, so I did not want to loose him, and I took him.. That being said it was like I already knew him from before. Well long story short, I took him home and someone told me I had known him from a previous life and we have both died together. Who knows maybe we did.I do not give up on animals, but I almost did on Jeffery it was that bad, but just as I was about to through in the towel, Jeffery changed on a dime. Now wheather it was me or what I do not know, but he has calmed down.. we still have some work to do, he was abused and scared. Basically he had a rough start and is doing great.

By Marilea, Sunday, January 31, 2010 12:40:29 AM
in 1985, I bought a 3 year old Thoroughbred named Chip. a year earlier, I had gone to the breeder to look at a different horse that was for sale; that one had been sold before I got there so I said "let's look at the babies, then". naturally when we walked into the field, all the youngsters came to see if there were any cookies to be had. when they found we had no treats, all but 2 moved on back to the field - Chip and another horse called Upsie stayed, as if to say "OK take me home with you". nearly 12 years later I lost my beloved horse to EPM, having had to put him down at 9pm on 10 Feb 97 - the precise moment that Taps began to play over the loudspeakers on the air force base where he was boarded. then, 2 years later on 14 Feb 99, I got a young Siberian Husky. a couple of years after that I had taken him to a dog show nearby, because animal communicator Lydia Hiby was giving a lecture and also doing private readings. I had one scheduled, and as it was later in the day I walked around with Dief trying to find a dry dog food for him that might help him to lose some weight, so I was asking the vendors for "fat boy" dog food. when we went to talk to Lydia, the first thing she said was that he wanted to tell me he did NOT need to lose weight, he was just FINE! she also said that he likes his name (I changed it to Diefenbaker when I got him), and he also liked it when I took pictures of him with my sunglasses on after we'd come back from the 2000 Advantage Search for North America's Best Singing Pet Contest in NYC - he thought that was cool. then she told me that he had been invited to join my "pack" - by a horse! it could only have been Chip. Chip is still with me, I believe; in fact Lydia said he would wander thru the house I was living in at the time and comment on how crowded it was. the very next night after talking with Lydia, after I'd closed my bedroom door and gotten in bed I felt a very strong shove against my bed. I said "good night, Chip" and went to sleep. I have no doubt that he'll be there waiting for me when I cross, along with Dief (still with me now), my cats that have gone on, and any future horses I have that go before me.

By shirley, Saturday, January 30, 2010 04:27:08 PM
well here goes. this is about my dear anna. she was a dalmation. at the time i lived in OK and had a 3 yr old daughter. you know at that age where you you couldn't keep shoes on her. you put them on and she takes them off. we lived in a trailer that we rented. well one morning anna took off running down the hall at full speed at my daughter and knocked her off her feet. of course she went flying and i proceded to give anna the devil. i didn't know what had gotten into her. then she showed me. i had a rug in the hall as she preceded to it she flipped it over and there was a scorpio. it would have killed my daughter, but thats not where the story ends. the following day anna kept getting in between me and the kitchen sink. at least this time i listened to her as she kept wedging herself between me and the sink. as i moved back i asked her what was wrong. once again she flipped over the throw rug and there was another scorpio. there is no way to say how much i loved her and miss her and what i owed her i could never give back. all i could do is love her and still do.

By Debbie, Saturday, January 30, 2010 01:12:44 PM
My teacup poodle (Zazu) of 13 years sadly passed away New Year's Eve 2009. We had his remains cremated and keep them in a velvet bag on the fireplace mantle. When we originally brought him home after cremation, my other teacup poodle (Meeko) would jump up trying to reach the mantle. We took the remains down for him and placed them on the floor next to our sliding door, where Zazu loved to lay and bask in the sunshine. Meeko, on the other hand was never a sun worshiper. Meeko nudged, kissed and laid down next to Zazu with his head gently on his remains. To this day, over one year later when we mention Zazu, Meeko runs to the mantle and begs us to take Zazu's remains down where he nudges, kisses and lays with Zazu in the sunshine for hours.

By Kim, Saturday, January 30, 2010 09:18:39 AM
My Basset Hound flash loved my father-in-law. About a week after He passed away we heard whistling down in our basement. Our Flash never, ever would go in the basement, but when He heard the whistle he raced to the basement tail wagging happy as could be. We knew that Dad had come to say good bye to him. Thanks, Kim

By Mary, Saturday, January 30, 2010 08:48:00 AM
When I was 41, I came down with a very bad case of the mumps. It is very hard on an older individual to have the mumps. I went to the Dr. and nothing seemed to help the pain. I immediately went to bed, and my cat Benji jumped up and layed down on my jaw. I thought I would go through the roof, but the combination of the purr vibration, and the heat immediately took most of the pain away, and I was able to sleep. That cat never left my side for 3 days, he stayed in that position and purred. He didn't get up unless I did. I have had many cats since, but Benji is still my hero.

By Kathleen, Friday, January 29, 2010 09:20:29 PM
My beloved Siamese cat, Jasmine, used to sleep at the foot of my bed every night from when she was a new kitten until she was fourteen years old. Unfortunately, in the last year of Jasmine's fifteen year life she was unable to jump up into my bed anymore because the bed was rather high off the ground and her little body could not make the jump anymore. After Jasmine passed away, for about two months after her passing, almost every night as I was drifting off to sleep, I would feel my beloved kitty hop up onto the foot of my bed and settle down to once again sleep with me. I felt comfort in knowing her little spirit was still around. I guess she finally found her way to kitty heaven, because eventually her nighttime visits ceased altogether. I will always remember her and miss her dearly. Kathi

By Sandi, Friday, January 29, 2010 06:22:31 PM
When my husband and I were living in Newfoundland, where he was stationed at the time, we were given a little mixed breed puppy,named Rusty. Rusty was just a good little dog, and traveled a lot with us, all over the country, and was with us, when my husband left the service and we built our current home. Rusty was just there, like an old shoe, always loyal, always loving. Eventually we had three children, and Rusty loved each of them, ss they did him. He lived to be 15 years old, and he started having little heart attacks, or seizures. One afternoon, as we were all sitting in the living room, watching TV, he had a massive heart attack. His ears and tail flew up, he yelped, and that was it. By the time my husband carried him out, he was wet with our tears. Rusty had a habit every night after we were all in bed, of walking down the hallway, nails clicking on the wooden floors, to stop in each bedroom and check on each of the kids. Then he'd continue to our room where he'd flop down on the throw rug beside the bed, and his neck chain would clank on the floor, and he'd give a deep sigh. The night after he died, we were in bed, and I heard his nails clicking down the hallway. I heard him pause at each room, then continue to our room. I heard his chain hit the floor, and heard him give a deep sigh. I said nothing to anyone, figuring I was just imagining it all. This happened for three nights. On the third night, just as he came into our bedroom, my husband, who I thought was sleeping, said "Here comes that dog again." I said, "you mean you've been hearing him, too?" He said, "Yup". Then I knew it wasn't my imagination anymore. We've lost several other pets who come back to visit us now and then. We know they're all in a happy place, just waiting for us to join them.

By SHARON, Friday, January 29, 2010 05:28:21 PM
I had a 110 lb lab. Named runt. If you have seen the movie marley and me that was my dog to a tee. He was a hand full but i loved him with all my heart.he was 14 years old and i tried to prepare my self that he would be around much longer. He had arthrits and skin allergies that needed constant attention. but i was taken by surprise one morning when he woke up with a swollen belly. took him to the vet. they could operate but the chances were slim of his survivel and it was recomend that i put him too sleep. I had to make a desision right then and their. I new the right thing to do was to let him go. I was holding him when he went. I have never felt pain like that before.I felt like it literally broke my heart. That night when i went to bed i felt him jump on the bed and walked around in a circle and layed down. the really weird thing was it wasn't light. It was very heavy and i felt his paws go right through the covers and brush my legs. and when he laid down it was with a thump.for a long time after he passed i would feel him brush up against my legs and hear him bark.I have always had very vivid dreams and i am sure some were visits from loved one that have passed. But it took me a month after he passed to dream about him. I was getting to the point of being pissed. I remember saying this is not fair i will never get to see him or hold him again the least you could do is let me dream about him. I have never had an experience like this before and haven't since but i dreamt that i got out of bed walk to the kitchen my daughter and my son were sitting at the table I looked down and there he was i could't belive it. I sat down on the floor with him and hugged him i could feel his body so solid and his fur was so soft i said they must have given you a bath your fur has never felt this soft. and i bent down and smelled him he smelled so good. It was so real that when i woke up i was disorented i couldn't figure out why i was in bed. I got up and went to the kitchen and there sat my daughter and my son just like the dream. i kind of stood there for a second and my daughter said mom the weirdest thing just happen we both thought we saw runt sitting right hear on the floor. It was freaky. I said you have no idea how freaky that was. I got the best gift ever to really hug and hold him and really feel him one more time. sharon

By cheryl, Friday, January 29, 2010 03:47:31 PM
Over the years I've had many cats, each with their own personality and all had a sense of humor. There were a few that at one time or another would press their cold wet little nose to my bare ankle while I'm in the kitchen cooking or cleaning and I would always look down to see what's going on with them at their level. Sometimes it was to let me know the food bowl was low or the water had been sitting there a little to long and needed to be refreshed or maybe it was just a kitty-kiss for all that I did. Anyway they have all passed on and just every now and then, when I'm in the kitchen doing the things that need to be done, I'll feel that cold wet liitle nose against my leg and just out of habit I will look down to see who needs me and there is no one there....so I'll just say out loud, "thank you and I love you and miss you too sweet kitty" Once in a while, when I'm sleeping, I'll feel my bed move a little, like when someone would jump up to join me after their nigthly rounds. I know that when it's my time to move to the other side they will be there waiting for me and we will all be together again, young and healthy and have lots of time to play.