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LOST and Found

I was on a trip to Kentucky while leaving my favorite dog with my Mom. One day I woke up and said , we have to go back home now, cutting my trip short because I had a feeling about my dog, Taffy.

Taffy had been lost for a week, taken from my Mother's home but my Mom did not tell me because she was looking for her. The day I returned home my dog had made it back home after traveling over 30 miles through mountains. She had chewed through a rope to get away and came back to my Mom's house. Her paws were raw, and she was tired but fine.

The connection between myself and this dog was always very special. She could wake me up just by looking at me, I dreamed about her death about 6 months before she died. I saw her , in my dream being carried out into the woods to be buried  In a couple of months I moved to the country and pretty soon after that she had a heart attack and died. My husband ended up carrying her out into the woods in a box. I was grief stricken, the next day I got up, determined to dig her up, I even had the shovel in my hands because I just could not believe she was dead.  

I realized I was crazy with grief and threw the shovel down and went and planted flowers at her grave...

Rosemoss Rosemoss 56-60 4 Responses Sep 6, 2008

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thanks PonE, I can tell that you totally understand! Helps to have a caring arm around our shoulder!

"I felt utterly alone and possessed with a rage I'd never known. Suddenly nothing else on earth mattered. The one thing on earth that unconditionally loved me was ripped away with no time to say good bye."



OH swanfether!

This is one of the most traumatic things that can happen to a person....

I am so sorry...

I huggles you.

Thank you for sharing this powerful story, Rosemoss. I am sorry for your tremendous loss.



I really appreciate how beautiful your energetic connection with Taffy was. I'm so glad that you came home when she called you, and I imagine that your availability to her was part of the strength that helped her to chew through that rope and find her way home.



The connection I had with Willy-dog (which deepened over the final months of his life as I nursed him through cancer and dying) was one of the most powerful experiences I've known. It literally changed my life in so many ways. Our psychic bond was an entry into a new door for me.



But an earlier dog-bond, with Pasha (an afghan pup whom I inherited) & who was my first real dog, on my own--when I was much younger--ended much like your story. I moved to a new town and took him with me. Was staying with a friend on a wonderful dirt road community with cabins, and lots of families with pets. Seemed so safe there. Pasha was at home there and so was I. Went into town with my friend and left Pasha for awhile. Returned to find the neighbors waiting anxiously to tell me that Pasha had fallen asleep behind their car and they'd not known until they backed over him. They had already buried him (it had been less than an hour).



I was wild with grief. Could not believe it. Demanded that they dig him up for me. They said they wanted to spare me... My friend wanted to console me. Her dog was her significant other. She was crying.



I felt utterly alone and possessed with a rage I'd never known. Suddenly nothing else on earth mattered. The one thing on earth that unconditionally loved me was ripped away with no time to say good bye.



I pushed my friend away and ran into her cabin where I screamed and screamed for the first time in my life. It was a huge transition for me on many levels. At that time I did not have the sort of psychic bond you describe. With Willy-dog, (one of my greatest teachers in life) I was finally able to experience this.



There is a great tape by an animal communicator Penelope Smith, on communicating with our animals after they have died. It talks about their perspective on the relationship they had with us and the personal nature of their journey into another transition through dying. I found it really inspiring. Its called Animal Death: A spiritual Journey & can be found at:



http://www.animaltalk.net/

"I was grief stricken, the next day I got up, determined to dig her up, I even had the shovel in my hands because I just could not believe she was dead.



I realized I was crazy with grief and threw the shovel down and went and planted flowers at her grave..."



Oh yes...wild in your sorrow.

This has happened to me also....

HUGZ