I love this story, Marce. You and Angel had a beautiful, intuitive understanding of each other. You're so right when you say that dogs know more than we think. She would have understood your need to reinvent yourself.
This happened to me! Kind of a messy story my dog had liver disease most of her life but she was mostly healthy and my x husband and I took her everywhere on trips from Hollywood to Vancouver BC. When she would get sick I would home cook her food, administer her meds. She would have so many vet appts and procedures but she had a love of life. My x husband and I split up and I let him take her since he could afford the vet bills. She had taken a turn for the worse and my x flew me down from Portland to L.A. she couldn't walk anymore but by golly I got her to walk with chicken I would hold up the chicken and get her down the elevator to walk on a patch of grass and get fresh air. The last night before I left my cat held vigil over my dog all night, she knew it would not be long. In the morning I got my dog out on one last walk and I think she was doing it to make her mama proud as I was her trainer. I flew back to Portland and the next day my x called me and she was on her way out, he had to have her put down. I sobbed and sobbed and I had a dream. A few days later it was. She came with her new pal a spotted guinea pig. BAM I woke up it was around 330am and the message was clear as a bell. The guinea pig was my x's long before we met. Our dog was letting us know she was okay. At many times I would feel her by my side often when I think of her. She is one of my animal spirit guides, part border collie/cattle dog.
Oh, Lori, what a beautiful, and heartbreaking story. What an amazing dog mamma you were. I’m so sorry you lost her. It was the same kind of thing, how they came to us in dreams to let us know they’re ok. As sad as it is, it’s comforting to know they’re around and waiting for us too, no doubt. I loved your story. Thank you for sharing it, and thank you for reading mine 🤍
We always think we're saving the dog, but it's inevitable that the dog always saves us - even and probably especially when we didn't know we needed saving.
Thank you, I loved your story. We have a little white rescue dog. She gets right in my face and stares with her one eye. I feel she is looking deep inside me. She is one of many gifts from God and I am so thankful. She had a terrible life before we adopted her and we are giving her a wonderful life now. The 3 of us are in the winters of our lives but she has brought joy to us and I am so grateful!
Aw, Susie. I loved hearing about your rescue dog. What a gift, indeed, for all of you. How lovely. They certainly bring so much into our lives. I think they can see into our souls, you’re right about that. You are a beautiful person to give her a better life in her later years. That’s so special.
Thanks so much for reading my story, Susie. I appreciate it :)
My dog, Blondie, was my best friend, the daughter I never had, the love of my life. She taught me the true meaning of unconditional love. After she died I could not get another dog. No one could ever replace Blondie, my cute little yellow Lab. She's buried safely under a tree in a friend's front yard.
Aw, so beautiful and sad, Dianne. I hear you. I don’t think any dog can be replaced. Each one who comes into our lives and leave their individual mark on our souls - each different, not replaced. I have friend who couldn’t replace her dog either. She was the daughter they never had also. Thank you for sharing, Dianne. I love that Blondie is buried under a tree so you can visit her 🤍
Deb, I have a photo somewhere of her with mango’s all around her (in the backyard, not an orchard). They used to fall off the tree by the dozens. I never had time to pick them all. She was in mango heaven 😍 I’ll try and find it.
Oh this was such a moving post Marcia. I really identified with your time with Angel. I got a rescue Collie cross called Ollie after my husband left and he just pulled our family back together again. They teach us so much don't they...especially about unconditional love. I'm glad you got to see her again in that dream. Like you, my new dog, Sonny, is the same breed and really just feels like a beautiful extension of his predecessor. Because he's helped me learn how to live again after the even tougher loss of Dom.
Oh, Esther. What a beautiful comment that made me smile. I’m so glad you had Ollie and now Sonny. They fill something in us that can’t be filled any other way. Yes, the teach us so much. They are the most amazing antidotes to grief, I feel. And so many other emotional challenges. Thanks for sharing, Esther. 🤍
I love this story, Marce. You and Angel had a beautiful, intuitive understanding of each other. You're so right when you say that dogs know more than we think. She would have understood your need to reinvent yourself.
Aw, that’s so lovely, Libby. Thanks so much. I hope you’re right. I think so :) xx
This happened to me! Kind of a messy story my dog had liver disease most of her life but she was mostly healthy and my x husband and I took her everywhere on trips from Hollywood to Vancouver BC. When she would get sick I would home cook her food, administer her meds. She would have so many vet appts and procedures but she had a love of life. My x husband and I split up and I let him take her since he could afford the vet bills. She had taken a turn for the worse and my x flew me down from Portland to L.A. she couldn't walk anymore but by golly I got her to walk with chicken I would hold up the chicken and get her down the elevator to walk on a patch of grass and get fresh air. The last night before I left my cat held vigil over my dog all night, she knew it would not be long. In the morning I got my dog out on one last walk and I think she was doing it to make her mama proud as I was her trainer. I flew back to Portland and the next day my x called me and she was on her way out, he had to have her put down. I sobbed and sobbed and I had a dream. A few days later it was. She came with her new pal a spotted guinea pig. BAM I woke up it was around 330am and the message was clear as a bell. The guinea pig was my x's long before we met. Our dog was letting us know she was okay. At many times I would feel her by my side often when I think of her. She is one of my animal spirit guides, part border collie/cattle dog.
Oh, Lori, what a beautiful, and heartbreaking story. What an amazing dog mamma you were. I’m so sorry you lost her. It was the same kind of thing, how they came to us in dreams to let us know they’re ok. As sad as it is, it’s comforting to know they’re around and waiting for us too, no doubt. I loved your story. Thank you for sharing it, and thank you for reading mine 🤍
Yes it’s indeed comforting ❤️
We always think we're saving the dog, but it's inevitable that the dog always saves us - even and probably especially when we didn't know we needed saving.
So true, Leslie :) I believe that 🤍
Thank you, I loved your story. We have a little white rescue dog. She gets right in my face and stares with her one eye. I feel she is looking deep inside me. She is one of many gifts from God and I am so thankful. She had a terrible life before we adopted her and we are giving her a wonderful life now. The 3 of us are in the winters of our lives but she has brought joy to us and I am so grateful!
Aw, Susie. I loved hearing about your rescue dog. What a gift, indeed, for all of you. How lovely. They certainly bring so much into our lives. I think they can see into our souls, you’re right about that. You are a beautiful person to give her a better life in her later years. That’s so special.
Thanks so much for reading my story, Susie. I appreciate it :)
Thank you. She is just so dear to me.
My dog, Blondie, was my best friend, the daughter I never had, the love of my life. She taught me the true meaning of unconditional love. After she died I could not get another dog. No one could ever replace Blondie, my cute little yellow Lab. She's buried safely under a tree in a friend's front yard.
Aw, so beautiful and sad, Dianne. I hear you. I don’t think any dog can be replaced. Each one who comes into our lives and leave their individual mark on our souls - each different, not replaced. I have friend who couldn’t replace her dog either. She was the daughter they never had also. Thank you for sharing, Dianne. I love that Blondie is buried under a tree so you can visit her 🤍
Such a great doggy story, Marce.
My rescue dog is still powering on, 10 or 11 now and no signs of slowing down (which would actually be nice!)
That’s so lovely to hear, Patrick. May you still have many years left with him/her 😊
I'm imagining Angel in a mango orchard. This is such a sweet story. Melts my heart.
Deb, I have a photo somewhere of her with mango’s all around her (in the backyard, not an orchard). They used to fall off the tree by the dozens. I never had time to pick them all. She was in mango heaven 😍 I’ll try and find it.
Oh this was such a moving post Marcia. I really identified with your time with Angel. I got a rescue Collie cross called Ollie after my husband left and he just pulled our family back together again. They teach us so much don't they...especially about unconditional love. I'm glad you got to see her again in that dream. Like you, my new dog, Sonny, is the same breed and really just feels like a beautiful extension of his predecessor. Because he's helped me learn how to live again after the even tougher loss of Dom.
Oh, Esther. What a beautiful comment that made me smile. I’m so glad you had Ollie and now Sonny. They fill something in us that can’t be filled any other way. Yes, the teach us so much. They are the most amazing antidotes to grief, I feel. And so many other emotional challenges. Thanks for sharing, Esther. 🤍