By Darlene, Friday, January 29, 2010 11:02:04 AM
My 22-year old cat Becky became very sick, and finally we had to her put down (we ended her life only a few hours earlier than would have been otherwise). As she was dying, I asked her to come to me later and let me know she was okay. She DID come to me that very night in a very comforting dream. That would have been enough for me, but then something even better happened: I actually saw her coming towards me down the hallway in our house. Not once, but twice within about 5 minutes! It wasn't an illusion - I could see her very clearly, and she looked beautiful and well and happy. Our other cat sees her too, and won't go into her bed - even if you put her there, she'll jump out! This is the first and only "ghost" I've ever seen, and it was a lovely experience.

By Brenda, Friday, January 29, 2010 10:51:44 AM
In 2001 we lost our son to a tragic construction accident.Prior to that day on the weekends when my son was home he would always take our family dog Roco for a ride in his Expedition.After our son had died our sons girlfriend had come over and we were all talking in our living room when all of a sudden Roco bolted over to her and stood up on his hind legs begging and looking at something right nexst to her. He would not budge an inch.Two days later all of our friends and family were at our home.I was outside in my garage with some friends of mine when my sons lights came on in his vehicle.No one could shut them off no matter what they did.I started to cry and my friend was consoling me when she happened to glance over at Roco.It looked like someone had reached inside his mouth and stretched his jaws as far as the could be stretched like he was smiling.At that moment we laughed and cried together because we knew it was our beloved Jeff saying "Smile Mom Its Ok".A few months went by and Roco died of unknown causes. He was in perfect health.I think Roco couldn't bare to be without our son Jeff.

By June, Friday, January 29, 2010 04:40:13 AM
Out side of Target one spring morning in 1998 there were children looking for homes for 3 chow puppies and in spite of my daughter-in-law feeling uncomfortable around dogs the little red one was hard to resist. A shy reddish fur ball that captured all of our hearts. My grand-daughter was just 3 at the time so my daughter-in-law trained "Benji" how to be protective and still be extra gentel to tiny fingers when excepting food. For the next 2 years Benji became very protective of my granddaughter. Sleeping by her bed at night,and always watchful of her where abouts. The perfect gentel dog for a small child. In 2000 we lost my daughter-in-law at the age of 27 from complications of a heart repair. We were all so lost without her and that included our gentel furball. We cried many a tear holding the pet that Nina adored. One evening I was babysitting with my grand- daughter watching John Edwards on t.v. with my daughter, a show my daughter-in-law tried to never miss. He was saying that spirits of our deceased loved ones often use pets to comunicate to us that they are doing fine and they love us. Benji was asleep across the room from me when she suddenly leeped up and ran to me. She put her front paws around my neck in a tight hug and licked my ear. As she had never done anything like that before I was stuned. But she didn't let go until I hugged her back and said "I love you too Nina". Benji jumped down, ran back to her spot near my granddaughter and went back to sleep. My daughter-in-law had found a way to let me know she was okay and that she was near. To this day, some ten years later, thats never happened again. Benji is still the lovable, protective furball she always was, not to just my first grand- daughter but to 3 more. And she still has alot of playful spirit in her. So that she knows it's me all I have to do is say "grandma's here" and she comes running toward my voice with what I swear is a grin on her furry face. Not since I was a small child had I ever been around a dog with so much personality Although she will be sorely missed when she crosses over, I know she'll be running free of poor eye sight and aching arthretic joints. Along with a young women who was afraid of dogs but took a chance on love at first sight of a shy little reddish chow puppy.

By Lisa, Friday, January 29, 2010 01:53:53 AM
my 5 moth old kitten always goes to a certain spot in my livingroom and looks at the ceiling , jumps around and meows like there is something there. After she runs around the house like she has no brain in her head at all.

By Nadine, Thursday, January 28, 2010 11:28:21 PM
This is to Gillian. Thank you so much for your input of the loss of my little Mindy. I guess I miss her so much that I wish she was still with me. She passed away and left four beautiful puppies behind and they all now have beautiful homes this I made sure of. Your kind words tells me that you also are a very strong animal lover and it is so hard to bear the loss of one because they are like are children to you and I really loved her. I guess I just wish she was still here with me, but always think of her and remember so many good things about her and one of her puppies looks just like her so it to brings back memories. Those were such kind and beautiful words that you shared with me I just want to say thank you and now I know that she does visit us and that she did love us as we did her. Sometimes we ask why these horrible losses have to happen but she is out of pain now and this is the only thing that keeps going through my head and I just feel so bad inside that things could have been different for my little Mindy. Once again thank you so much for your kind words and I will always feel a loss in my heart for her. Blessings to you, you are a caring person.Thank you, Nadine

By Jeremy, Thursday, January 28, 2010 11:05:11 PM
In December 2005, while my family and I were on vacation in Santa Cruz, CA, for the holidays, I woke up to some sad news one morning. I found out that my cat, Chloe, died. The veterinarian was going to clean her teeth, and after she had been given an anesthetic, her heart stopped. It wasn't the vet's fault--Chloe was 13 years old. A few days after her death, when we got home one night, I had a dream about her. The setting was very strange, as if I had gone to the other side to visit her. The scenery was hard to describe. There were brilliant colors, mostly different shades of blue. Chloe was right in front of me. I could hear her "meow", but I did not see her mouth move. It was like I was having a telepathic conversation with her.

By Linda, Thursday, January 28, 2010 10:51:09 PM
I've had several psychic encounters with pets, and one stands out.I will now publicly honor my dog, Kestra's, Spirit in the telling. In the first week of December, 1995, we were living in Portland, Oregon in a tiny little shack of a house. We had two wolf hybrids raised from pups, 7 parrots and 2 cats. First week in December, I had a dream about a dog who was in trouble. The picture of dog was unclear, and there was something about one of its legs that was prominent. It was a physical problem, again unclear, and I passed dream off as a one-time thing. Next night, I dreamed of this again, and again, dog's physical description and disability were still unclear. To make a month-long story of the same dream a shorter one, I'll cut to the chase so to speak. Husband had a job where he went to animal control on a weekly basis, so I asked him to look for a three-legged dog each time he went. Since dog's leg kept being a major part of dream, I decided it might only have 3 legs. He came home one night after two weeks of same dream to say that they'd put a three-legged dog to sleep that day before he arrived. I cried my heart out, and was very sad because I could not get there in time. That night, the SAME dream came again. I awoke full of hope that maybe we were not too late after all. I got the paper down and went to the dog ads and started calling every ad about people with rescued dogs needing to be re-homed. This was now three weeks into the dreaming, and I HAD to find this dog or keep having the same dream every night, so I was highly motivated in my search. I called and called and none sounded like the 3-legged dog I THOUGHT I was looking for. During the final days of the month of December, I called a lady whose ad stated she had an older racing greyhound who needed to be re-homed as she was full up with rescues. We talked, and I found out that the Greyhound did not like dogs and would not like our wolf hybrids, no way, no how. Just as I was saying goodbye, she said, "Wait, I do have a dog who may roughly fit the description of your dream." I found out dog was an 8 or 9 year old red Doberman female who had been rescued from a puppy mill and had cancer. Specifically, she had a breast tumor about 8" long that, at first, looked like an EXTRA LEG. Kestra was her name, and she'd had a long, arduous surgery to remove outside tumor, and inside was just as large and very deep. Cancer had not spread to lymph nodes yet and lady was taking her to a homeopathic vet for treatment with herbs, flower and gem essences. I was overjoyed until she said that she had another lady coming to see Kestra and that she'd said she wanted her. I left my contact information with Diane and got off the phone and cried. Well, you guessed it, I dreamed about who I now knew to be Kestra again that night. Next day I was depressed and did not understand what was going on. Day after that, I received a call from Diane. She said lady was a NO SHOW and that Kestra was still available! This was Thursday, and we made appointment for Kestra to come over on Saturday and meet family including the hybrids. During all this time, I had been preparing Hood and Jamie, the hybrids, for their new friend and spent time everyday talking about the dog who was sick or hurt or something. One day, I had gone into Hood and Jamie's big house as it was raining, to have the talk. I paused and looked at Jamie, and tears were actually rolling down her beautiful face. I was amazed that my message was getting through so well. Come Saturday, the knock finally came, and in walked the first Doberman I'd ever considered having. She looked old and tired and yet came right over to me and put her head in my hands. Still skeptical, I said, with a voice full of tears, let's take her out to meet her sister and brother and SEE. We went out, put Hood and Jamie on leashes and walked Kestra into their lot. Hood and Jamie came up and licked Kestra's face, and all three sniffed each other. We decided to take the next step and let them off leash. I was afraid, and we went ahead and let them go. It was like a story from a book about happy endings! All three spent time hugging, kissing, sniffing and then they went for a run together around their huge lot! All three of our human jaws dropped at the sight, and next thing is all three humans were crying tears of joy! Kestra had a long way to go to be healthy again, and she finally did get free of the cancer. She went on long hikes in the mountains with Hood, Jamie and us and learned the joys of running free in the woods, waters and mountains around the Portland area and beyond. When we moved here to Tennessee in 1998, Kestra, Hood and Jamie came here too. Kestra lived until late in her 16th year before she had to leave us. She had an inoperable cancer in her throat and could not eat or drink, so we asked her help in what we should do. Vets wanted to do a resection of her esophagus which would mean being tube fed with all the infections and pain that entails. Kestra wanted to go home and let me know that in another short series of dreams. I am honored to have been a part of Kestra's life. I honored her Spirit then, and I'm honoring her again, here, for all to see. Kestra, I'll always love you forever and Ever until I see you again on the other side. Bless all of you for reading this, and Bless this site for allowing us to write these stories. We are ALL honored and humbled to be able to tell of the great loves of our lives. Thank You! Linda

By Carol, Thursday, January 28, 2010 10:02:11 PM
I have constant instances with my Westie Maggie sensing danger and stopping in her tracks to go no furter. One instance we were out for a long walk and she suddenly pulled me across the street. I could not figure out why until I saw about a block ahead of us on the other side of the street two contractors outside their van just walking around. Apparently Maggie sensed danger because she would not take her eyes off them as we passed by on the other side of the street. This happens all the time when we are on walks, she will suddenly stop and turn around, nothing can make her continue so I have just learn to trust her instints and follow her lead. I adopted Maggie 7 years ago thu Westie Rescue she had Addisons Disease and her owners didn't want her any longer. I am blessed to have this furbaby, and she is so loved!

By Gillian, Thursday, January 28, 2010 10:00:05 PM
This is for Nadine - Our Furbabies are never Earth Bound as they Cross Over Right Away. Their Souls Are Pure and have no reason to stay Earth Bound like Humans. When you feel, sense and hear your Mindy it's because she is visiting from the Other Side in Heaven. Even if you think there is no one in Heaven for her to be with, she does. Mindy has Angels, All Our Other Furbabies and God watching over her and with all our Furbabies, she plays with them & is just waiting for her family to join her. Until then, All Our Precious Babies come visit us often to let you know that they really haven't gone anywhere but are, Alive and Well and Waiting for Us to Join Them, When it's our time. So Enjoy Your Mindy and say Hello and Talk to her just like you did when she was physically here as I promise you, Mindy and All Our Furbabies, Can Hear Us and Come & Visit Us As Often As They Want To. Take Care & God Bless All of You,xoxox

By Helene, Thursday, January 28, 2010 09:52:08 PM
On Nov. 15th, 2008, I was home alone with my dog Mocha, the sweeetest little 6-year old Shih-tzu. I only had to think the thought of going for a walk and she would come running. We had the funniest little routine at the start of every walk. As soon as we were out the door, she would grab the leash in her mouth and begin walking. It always felt like I was the one being walked! We had a wonderful connection. She loved to sit on my lap and rest her chin on the armrest while I worked on the computer. My kids, both teens, had a schedule as to who would get her each night. She was love. That weekend the kids were away with their Dad so it was my turn! lol That Saturday afternoon, as I was puttering around the house thinking of nothing in particular, I heard a voice in my head and it was Mocha telling me it was her turn to go. She was needed elsewhere. She said those exact words. I questioned what she meant, I asked her if she was ill and I promised I'd make an appt with the vet Monday morning. I brushed her and promised her I'd give her a bath the following day since she enjoyed them. Still, she repeated those words. That evening, she sat on my lap more than usual and that night, she slept right up against me instead of her usual spot a little further away. The next morning we woke up to a big accumulation of snow and I couldn't find her lead that kept her in the back yard. As I fished it out of the snow, she ran out from behind me and happily, ran all around. She wouldn't return and I couldn't see her as she had run around to the side of the house. I opened up the garage door and she was down the driveway - having fun playing in the snow. I called her but she wouldn't come. Then she ran out into the street when she heard some kids play in the yard across the road, was hit by a van and died instantly. I know she told me it was her time but I miss her every day. I just know wherever she is, she is bringing love to her world.