UNEX Tales from the rainbow bridge – evidence of our pets in the afterlife

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Pinecone

Has No Life - Lives on TB
Raggedyman kindly asked me to post this from another thread. I haven't posted this story before because this still makes me cry after all these years. I love her still.

As far as pets . . . . I lost a dog suddenly, who was once my shadow. Her death was unexpected and devastating to me. The night she died, we buried her. That night, I could feel her sleeping at the foot of the bed, all through the night by my feet, like she always did. I could feel the weight of her. When the sun just crested the horizon, I "woke up" and saw her heading towards the light. She turned back once to look at me, wagged her tail, then disappeared in a flash. It still makes me cry to think of it. She comforted me that night in my sorrow, and I know that she will greet me on the other side, with my other beloved pets. (And chickens. I loved my chickens. OK, maybe not BRB and OBR, but the rest of them. :)) Until then, Sequoia . . . .
 
Raggedyman

Raggedyman

Res ipsa loquitur
there are a couple of threads currently on the board with the topic of "HEAVEN" in their titles. one brought back me around to this excellent thread in particular:

What do you hope will be in heaven when you die?​

https://www.timebomb2000.com/xf/ind...e-in-heaven-when-you-die.616709/#post-9041049

a review of that thread prompted me to bump it to the top as well as this thread and its companion on the human side here:

Tales of People Crossing Over - Evidence of Our Friends/Family in the After Life​

UNEX - Tales of People Crossing Over - Evidence of Our Friends/Family in the After Life

there are new members here who may not be aware of these great threads. there may be others here who have something to contribute to one or both of these threads. if that latter is you - the experiencer - PLEASE - post what you've experienced. you're in the position to offer much hope and comfort to people in times of sorrow and great loss.

the "RULES" for each of these threads are in the OP - please DO read them. they are in "UNEX" for a reason. they are NOT debates on your particular world view or religious point of view - they ARE places to share personal experiences which some find amazingly comforting at a time of great loss.

enjoy these threads. if you're in a position as one who's had a personal experience to contribute - PLEASE DO SO

many thanks - RM
 
Raggedyman

Raggedyman

Res ipsa loquitur
a WINK from BO
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I received a very special “wink” from BO this morning. I KNEW it was something very special as soon as it happened . . . its special enough that I wanted to share it here.
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Some background:


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BO - taken 7.7.21
she's just short of 14 years old here​

BO was a total freak when it came to balls and things that roll and bounce. yes – most dogs are – but BO was over the top with it. We had a game calld “BO- nut”. It went like this . . . there was a dog toy that looked like a 6” doughnut. It squeaked and was covered in yellow tennis ball material. It bounced and rolled and I used to throw it for her so that it would bounce over the gravel and hop and roll a long long way. She'd chase after it, catch it and run back to me with it and literally toss it at me and eagerly wait to do it all over again. When she got tired of that she'd keep the BO-nut and go slink away and peel the skin off the danged thing and chew it apart if you didn't get it from her. Once right after we'd been playing she did that and I got called away to an important phone call. by the time I got back outside she'd chewed a piece of that BO-nut up and swallowed it whole. The result was a bowel obstruction, a $4500 hospital stay and a surgical procedure because it was impossible for her to pass it and she was going to perforate. There after BO was NEVER allowed to be unsupervised with either a tennis ball or a BO-nut again.

BO and I shared birthdays – we were both born on October 10'th. Interestingly that event took place on our birthday – her 3'd and my 60'th. that year BO and I spent our birthdays together in the doggie hospital; she came out of surgery at midnight straight up. I really did not expect that she was going to make it. She was profoundly obstructed and had instinctively been gorging herself with mulch trying to get it to pass. We thought she was going to perforate. they opened her up from stem to stern. She had a hospital stay of 3 days and it was touch and go for a good bit of that. There after, that event came to be called “TBT” - short for “tennis ball tummie”

many many years later (eleven perhaps) along comes Gracie - who was 8 months old when BO went over the bridge -12.27.21 . . . so Gracie knew BO. Gracie, like BO (and admittedly most other dogs) is a ball and bouncy things freak too – but nothing at all like BO was.

Yesterday I was playing “beesbol” with Gracie and remembering the TBT story. I started to tell Gracie about it, how BO loved to play ball all about the BO-nut game and the way BO would “toss” the ball back to me. I told Gracie about “TBT” and how BO almost died and needed surgery; about how I had to be very careful because BO would tear the outer skin off the tennis balls and then chew up the ball. I explained that was why the ball was always put away and never left for her to play with alone - something she's never been happy about.

Meanwhile there's this picture of BO right behind her and I'm very focused on it and all the emotions around the TBT event. I was looking at this picture (above) remembering all of this as I'm telling Gracie about it and Gracie is sitting there listening very intently to all of it, head tilting first one way and then the other like she's really taking it all in. some of us actually DO have conversations with our dogs as if they were kids. I'm one of them, and I am determined that we're NOT EVER going to repeat TBT - especially not with Gracie

So this morning I'm outside doing “clean up” . . . As I was walking crossing behind the wood shop carrying my shovel of doggie poo I happened to look down and there, lying in the dirt and gravel was an old piece of tennis ball skin – about 1/3 of the whole ball – that had very obviously been there for a very very long time.
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As soon as I saw it I knew what it was. I also knew that BO hadn't had unlimited or unsupervised access to a tennis ball since that surgery – and that surgery was in October of 2010 – almost THIRTEEN YEARS AGO. further - NOBODT ELSE has had free reign with a ball that would cause TBT. as I'm looking down at it lying there – not really buried but also not really on the surface – I'm noticing that it was dingy gray just like the gravel and it blended in perfectly with the surrounding area. When I bent down to pick it up it literally crumbled into pieces in my hand. it had been there a VERY LONG time. I walk through there – across that very area – multiple times each week – sometimes multiple times in a single day. WHY HAD I NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE? Not only that but cars, trucks, ATV's and even tractors have been in and out of that area and run all across it quite literally for well over a decade. this piece was right in the MIDDLE of all that traffic. So WHY wasn't it either destroyed or noticed long ago? Why hadn't Gracie – who finds EVERYTHING and ANYTHING on the ground - picked it up over the past TWO YEARS?

BO died on 12.27.21. we had a special blue spruce "BO tree" that we decorated for her out in the cook house. we planted it up on the bank over the wood shop and behind the house. I like to think that she sits there beside that tree and watches us come and go - looks out over what was hers here and watches over it and us just as she did in life. that tree has been in the ground about 18 months now and it sits right above the spot where we played BO-nut.

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it seems pretty obvious to me that BO had sent me a WINK this morning. she'd let me know she was aware of the games Gracie and I were playing and that she was aware of how I'd been asking Grace just the day before if she remembered BO and did she know how much BO had loved to play ball. I really believe BO was aware of ALL of that. I ALSO know that when I found that piece of tennis ball skin in the dirt this morning and walked over with it in my hands and stood in front of the BO tree and shouted her name out as loudly as I could - that SHE HEARD ME say: “I GOT YOUR WINK BO! I LOVE YOU! THANK YOU BO!” And I KNOW – with all my being – that BO is watching and waiting and remembering.

one more thing - and I hadn't even realized this until I found her picture above to post it here. its time stamped 7.7.21 TWO YEARS ago to the day. I KNOW that you heard me this morning old friend and I know that you wait for us and that you remember. we'll be along soon enough BO - soon enough.
 
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evenso

evenso

Veteran Member
Not fair to make me cry so early in the morning! We have the most precious buddy now, Ziggy (his pic is my avatar) We had sworn after our last dog left us that we'd never get another. Thankfully God dropped Ziggy into our lives and didn't care about our vow.

When we were newly married, we got our first baby, Chippy. Then he was replaced with Ruffy who was replaced with KC and then Riley. Each had their own "trait." The most astounding thing about Ziggy is that he manifests *every* one of his predecessor's traits.

We have decided that before Ziggy was sent to earth to take care of us, each of his big brothers told him which of their endearing traits to manifest when he got here. We feel like we're surrounded by our family of puppies (each one lived 12-13 years but they will always be "puppies.")

Can. Not. Wait. to see these precious pets again. Call me crazy but I think some day we'll actually be able to talk with them!
 
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