
I have had many dogs throughout my life but none were in it longer than Dusty, our golden retriever. When she came into our lives, she was only eight weeks old, tiny and feisty. After having her a year, we decided that she needed a friend so we got Shadow from the humane society. Shadow was a four month old black lab/chow mix. Her and Dusty played together and even teased each other. They were buddies. Several months after Shadow turned 11 years, she was diagnosed with liver cancer. We were devastated and knew she had to be put down. My son and I moved her right inside the door, where she just laid down in pain. The vet injected her and within seconds, she was gone. I held her paw while Andy went outside to be with Dusty. At this time, we had two other dogs, Booger, our Chihuahua, and Molly, our American Cocker. We kept them in our bedroom while the vet removed Shadow’s body. The two younger dogs looked all over for Shadow, while Dusty just seemed to be depressed. We had built a storage/poker room for my husband who had installed an air conditioning unit and cooler for the room. Dusty spent most of her time there especially in the summer. In the wall of the room was a small dog door, a perfect size for Booger and Molly to run in and out through. Dusty managed to get through that door every time there was a thunderstorm. She was a 70 pound dog but didn’t let the size of the door bother her when she was scared and wanted to come inside. She did lift the flap many times in a day, peeking in to see if we were there. The poor thing was now 13 years old, had arthritis and cancer growths on her back, when we noticed her lying around panting hard and not eating. I tried to get her in my car to take her to the vet but if a 70 pound dog doesn’t want to get in your car, she won’t! I called a mobile vet on Friday for him to come to the house on Monday to see if she needed to be put down. Six months after Shadow died, my hubby found Dusty’s body in the storage room. She had died over night not waiting for the vet to diagnose her, leaving on her on accord. Shortly afterwards I kept hearing movement in the storage room and the dog door flat being opened. The other two dogs were in my bedroom so I found it to be a bit odd because I swear I heard the flap open, then shut. For many days and nights after Dusty’s death, I continued to hear noises and even felt her presence whenever I stepped outside. The strangest thing I found was the newly killed pigeon shortly after her death. Dusty would constantly grab pigeons out of mid air, play with them, then kill them, and eventually ate them. I like to believe that the dead pigeon was a sign she was just fine and still with us. It’s been over two years and I still feel like she is out in our back yard playing and chasing pigeons.
There have been many reports of animal ghosts, most of which were dogs, cats, horses and birds. Accounts of animal spirits have been told for decades. These ghosts seem to hang out in places they lived for a long period of time. Some have reported not only seeing their deceased animal but hearing and feeling them too. The theory is that dog spirits watch over its previous owners maybe even offering protection. Cat spirits, however, have been thought of as a demonic presence or a sign that some major disaster is going to happen. Many animal spirits have been seen in historic places such as Gettysburg or the Whaley House. Spirit horses along with its ghost rider have been reported on the battlefields by many eyewitnesses. The Whaley House in San Diego appears to have a ghost dog that runs down the hallway into the dining room. These ghosts seem to be residual haunts, repeating the same thing over and over. There are many stories about ghost Animals, I have linked some of them for you along with websites that have animal ghosts photos.
There have been many reports of animal ghosts, most of which were dogs, cats, horses and birds. Accounts of animal spirits have been told for decades. These ghosts seem to hang out in places they lived for a long period of time. Some have reported not only seeing their deceased animal but hearing and feeling them too. The theory is that dog spirits watch over its previous owners maybe even offering protection. Cat spirits, however, have been thought of as a demonic presence or a sign that some major disaster is going to happen. Many animal spirits have been seen in historic places such as Gettysburg or the Whaley House. Spirit horses along with its ghost rider have been reported on the battlefields by many eyewitnesses. The Whaley House in San Diego appears to have a ghost dog that runs down the hallway into the dining room. These ghosts seem to be residual haunts, repeating the same thing over and over. There are many stories about ghost Animals, I have linked some of them for you along with websites that have animal ghosts photos.
Fantastic article--glad to see someone discussing this. I had a dog like your retriever. He was half german shepherd and half collie and 100% fantastic! He lived to be 17 and when we buried him in our backyard at Aspen Grove, we put a huge 2' x 3' quartz stone up as the headstone. It was the prettiest rock on the property (which was riddled with quartz). Ironically, I kept hearing his squirrel howl in the back boxwood maze where we buried him. I'd look out my window at night, even raced out there a few times. He used to chase a squirrel into a runoff drain in our yard and spent most of his days barking at it to get out. It was a strange kind of a "I'm fed up with you" howl. I didn't know at the time what significance the quartz might have had, but many times I could swear I heard him rustling the two boxwoods he liked to itch his back on. I'd check and there was nothing there, but the bushes were moving just like when he'd rub her back. Sometimes, I wonder if they just go to another dimension in parallel or if their memories live on in the environment to occasionally play back. Either way, it's good to know that upon occasion you get that feeling again like all's right with the world when they're near.
ReplyDeleteThanks for that nice story about your dog. It don't feel her about as much now, however, our Cocker Molly died, May 5, 2008, almost a year ago, and for the longest time I felt her lying near me on the bed and couch. She was only 4 years old and had a rare blood disease. It crushed us to lose her, but things happen for a reason. Because of her death, we now have Lucy, another Cocker, and we just love her to pieces! Maybe Lucy feeling that big hole Molly left in our hearts is why I may not feel her presence anymore......don't really know.
ReplyDeleteI second Autumnforest's comment here! I am so glad to see you talking about this and it must be hard for you as I know you are animal lovers-I very much think that the likelihood of pet hauntings is very great! I had a horrible time when "Sailor" was put to sleep-but was so glad I stayed with him through the procedure-fantastic article-thanks for your hard work!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Devin, we appreciate your comments. I stayed with Shadow holding her paw when she took her last breath but couldn't do it with Molly. It was so difficult saying goodbye so my daughter stayed with her.
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful, moving piece. i loved reading this one. i know the heartbreak of having to put down one of your animals. i have my children, so my dogs are like children to me. our previous little dog ashley had cancer which developed very quickly. there was nothing to be done. when we put her to sleep, she lay on my lap as the vet gave her the injection. i could see her life-force go out of her eyes, which happened before the vet pronounced her physically dead (that reaffirmed my faith in the idea of soul/spirit). it was the most heartbreaking yet beautiful experiences of my life thus far. i didn't think it was possible to cry so hard for that long. i wondered if i would ever pull myself out of the pain.
ReplyDeletelater that night i got up to use the bathroom. i sat in the bathroom and started to cry. suddenly i felt a rush of cool air around my ankles and i swear to you i felt her tongue on my knee--something she always used to do. then i felt this "i'm ok mama!" then i felt another blast of cool air and then it--she--was gone.
the next morning we awoke and just laid in bed talking. i looked up at the ceiling and there sketched into the wood (it looked more like a burn) of one of the beams was a face of a dog. that looked like ashley. unbelievable.
such beautiful dogs you have had. i know they're still around you at times. sometimes i wonder if it's simply something of a residual energy. perhaps at times. but i also know they do check in on us. ashley will pop in my dreams now and then, although not nearly as often as she did at the time.
woops--i meant i DON'T have children. (freudian slip maybe??)
ReplyDelete