DustMusher
Deceased
As many of you know I am a practicing Registered Nurse, now in emergency medicine and previously on a medical floor which had many hospice (end of life) patients. To me death is neither unfamiliar, nor something to be feared, but a natural part of the life process. If we are lucky, it is quick or easy, if not, I pray for the love and support of family and friends.
A few years ago, I was working night shift and one patient was an elderly lady whose death was imminent. She was surrounded by family and, as is often the case, while very coherent, was also visiting with family and friends who had passed on. She was very weak and unable to lift her arms. While I was in her room checking on her and seeing if the family needed anything, she was talking to people on the other side of the veil. Suddenly her eyes lit up, a smile crossed her face and in a very clear voice she said, "BOBBY!"
She raised her right arm and placed it across her chest but about eight to ten inches in the air. She remained in that position about half an hour, occasionally moving her fingers. During that time her voice grew weaker, and her conversations were more often with those across the veil than with the family in the room. I was in the room when she looked at her family members, smiled and told them, "We have to go now, I will see you later." She closed her eyes, her arm dropped, and she died.
Later, I asked her son who was Bobby? He told me his mother had always had pets, but her favorite was a dog she had back during WWII while her husband was overseas fighting. That was her heart dog, Bobby.
I know there is something after death and that the animals we love are also there – call it the Rainbow Bridge, Heaven, or whatever. I know I will see my friends, with and without fur, again. I thank that lady, her family, and Bobby for the lesson.
DustMusher
