Bark in Your Stories of Dog After Death Experiences
Have you had an experience with a dog who has passed to the Rainbow Bridge? received a visit from a beloved canine furbaby who has come back to help you or reach you in some way? I’d love to hear from you!
I’m working on a chapter for an upcoming book of news and unreported real stories on dogs. My chapter is about experiences with dog ghosts or dogs interacting with the Beyond. If you don’t mind sharing your experiences, please bark them in to me at the Bark to the Blog link.
Thanks so much in advance to everyone who is willing to bark me in their stories!
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9/23/04
Fell asleep on the couch and Scampers(the furbaby I sent to rainbow bridge earlier this year) came over and did his special little butt wiggle and whine nose to nose with me. I gave him a hug and a pat and said “hey Scampers where have you been your all dirty” then told him it was ok he could get on the couch dirt and all. He jumped up on me and I hugged him and gave him a belly rub. We were so happy to see each other. He jumped down and I grinned as he said hello to Anniedog and Babydog and when he saw Cisco he kind of turned to me with a look that said “Where’d that little chit come from?”
Right about then I heard a crash…DH had walked into the coffee table in the dark…I woke up and said “You ok? What are you doing?”
His reply “I need the kleenex I can’t find any toilet paper”
I handed him the kleenex box and said “There is a spare roll on the back of the toilet” (We have a crochet toilet paper roll cover. that we have had for years and years and years and …well you get the idea. It sits on the back of the toilet and has a spare roll of TP in it….DUH!)
Anyhow I got up off the couch and headed for the bedroom feeling really good…layed down and started back to sleep…and the thought popped into my mind and my eyes popped open………Scampers is dead!
But I wasn’t scared and didn’t feel wierd or anything…just felt like he had come to say “HI ..I’m ok Mom!”
And I fell right back to sleep and slept sounder than I have in quite awhile.
I know it sounds weird but I have just been so happy today and really feel like I got to pet and play and love on him again. Till just now and I’m tearing up a little but just a little …I miss the little guy.
Weird Huh!
Hugs
Sue
not reall MY experience but my DOG’S…
Servo’s girlfiend Tippy went to the bridge in 2006. a few days later he was out for his walk and he stopped dead in his tracks and just STARED at NOTHING. he walked closer with the same happy Corgi wiggle-walk he always had for Tippy.
seems to me that Tippy had come back to visit him and to say goodbye, because they never had a chance.
We lost our heart dog, HoneyBunny, quite suddenly in June 2006. At the end of July 2006, we brought a rescue transport, LuckyLucy, home for just one night.
LuckyLucy was laying on a daybed with my husband while he watched TV. Suddenly, LuckyLucy jumped off the daybed and quickly started to dig around underneath, behind a row of storage boxes. She was digging and
digging…stretching her paws as far as she could reach along the wall. We could hear her nails scratching frantically on the hardwood floor..we had no
idea what on Earth she was doing!
Suddenly, LuckyLucy popped up and jumped back up onto the daybed. In her mouth was an empty 2-liter plastic bottle from soda. She proceeded to calmly chew on the bottle until she had the cap off, and then stretched out for a nap.
My husband looked at me and I looked at him… goosebumps running up and down our arms and tears forming in our eyes. That bottle had been left by
HoneyBunny… before she became ill, cap dysection had been a favorite pasttime. HoneyBunny must have pushed the bottle underneath the daybed behind the boxes… possibly to save for later or?
We hadn’t planned on expanding our pack so soon, but it was as if HoneyBunny had sent us a message from beyond… “this one… keep this one…”. How did LuckyLucy know to jump off the daybed? How did she know what to find and what to do with her find? And why in the almost 2 years that she’s lived here has LuckyLucy never played with plastic bottles again–dropping them out of her mouth the instant she’s given one? I think only LuckyLucy and HoneyBunny know the answers…
As luck would have it, I was taking some pics of our “overnight” guest, and captured 2 photos of this amazing incident. They are posted on LuckyLucy’s page, #364413.
MY ANGEL OF LOVE, TEO
I’d like to tell you about my “beloved furkid Teo” and I.
I rescued him when he was 1 year old, by the vet’s estimation,
and we lived together for 14 years after that.
He was my first own dog.
Teo was a very affectionate, intelligent, protective and loving dog.
Teo and I went everywhere together.
He slept on my bed and was never quite relaxed unless his eyes were in constant contact with mine.
He enriched my life tremendously.
He helped me to more fully experience and understand WHAT LOVE IS.
It was an honor and a joy to have had the opportunity to live with this wonderful, loving being.
On Sunday March 19th, 2006 about 11:00 pm,
Teo had stomach’s twist symptoms. I knew something was terribly wrong.
I called my neighbour, Tiziana, and we rushed him to an emergency animal clinic
close to my home, in the middle of the night.
After 2 minutes that seemed like an eternity, we bought Teo to a room where we met a vet on duty.
But she told us that Teo was gone …
I hugged him, kissed him and told him how much I loved him …
I felt this tremendous rip of heartbreak and pain. I screamed and cried.
I was devastated. I thought my heart would shatter into a million pieces.
I didn’t want to accept the reality.
My grief was so deep and so raw, I felt like part of myself died along with Teo.
I have never been so sick with grief. The intensity of losing Teo was indescribable.
I brought Teo back home and I laid him on my bed, our bed !
Tiziana stayed with me until 3:30 am.
At 6:24 am I could physically feel that he left his body: the soul of Teo – his being –
touched me just at the edge of my left side skin’s surface.
I realized that I could sense exactly that his spirit body was going away as if to tell me:
“NOW, I’M GOING … BUT I LOVE YOU FOREVER.”
My vet is a farm holyday’s owner and we had agree that when my furkid should passed away
I could buried him there. This place is closer to my home, about 3 minutes by car.
At 9:00 am on Monday 20th, I buried Teo with a ceremony with few friends.
I knew that his body was being returned to the earth and that his spirit was being released to Heaven.
Some days after the death of Teo, my boyfriend had a dream.
He saw Teo in my car and said to me: “Is Teo here ? How is it possible?”
and in the dream, I answered to him: “Teo is still with us”
When it is my turn to pass to the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, I will see my boy again.
LOVE CONTINUES, no matter what being you are.
It endures for eternity. I know that one day we will be reunited.
With the death of Teo, my life is changed, nothing is like before, nothing is important.
I miss him to this day, but I am so thankful for the sign he gave me.
I am so thankful that he shared his life with me, and helped open my eyes to the possibility that there is something more beyond a physical existence, although the lesson is hard one.
He was a dog,
but once you get to know them and you look deep into their eyes, year after year, you no longer see an animal: instead you begin to see the depth of any human, capable of emotion. It is given freely,
and the wealth of comfort it brings cannot be completely understood until it is taken from you.
My incredible experience with Teo has made it clear that his life continues,
that he’s somewhere and he is well. If this is true for Teo, it is true for all animals.
The years of DEVOTION, LOVE and HAPPINESS
that he had blessed me with will now be memories.
I keep a lot of pictures of him in every room of my home, in my car, in my books, in my purse, in my computer , ….
I speak with Teo’s spirit because I know that he is with me FOREVER …
TEO IS STILL ADORED AND LOVED …
Patricia Teo’s Mom,
We have a few experiences with Jam. Our 9 yr. old Bullmastiff.
Just as it is with anyone, it was the thoughest thing to do was to let her go but it was the right thing to do.
My husband came home about 3 a.m after at final trip to the Emerg. vets at 2:30 a.m. We let Jam out of the car and I told her when she was ready to let us know. She walked around the front gardens smelling the flowers and the others smells and after a few mins. she walked up to the front door and turned to look at us as if to say, Ok I’m ready mom and dad.
Everyone there knew her from her stay a few months earlier when they discovered the terminal tumor on her heart. She touched so many.
We came home and sat in the car for 15-30 mins. before going in b/c she wasn’t there to greet us walking in the door. We were wrong. We came in and sat around. I placed her collar and lead on a picture that friend painted for us. 5 mins. later we heard the metal part of the lead hit the glass of the picture. My husband and I just looked at each other. We knew it was Jam telling is she was still around watching over us.
The next morning my husband had to take my motocycle to a friend for a road test. He told me that as he was going up the hill, that he saw Jam in the clouds smiling at him and he could hear her say “thank you dad, I love you” and she was gone.
3 months later a friend told us of a couple that were looking for a home for their 18 mo. old, female, bullmastiff. I had a prayer in my heart that if she was to be ours to give us a sign. We went and met Liberty and right before we left her owner said “One of the things I just love about her is this patch of white on her chest” When she lifted her up and opened her paws, there was an angel with is opened wings with a fuzzy face above it.
Jam was looking over us and found just the right girl for us and Liberty was sent to heal our hearts. 2 yrs later she’s still making us laugh.
We’ve been blessed with 2 great girls.
I feel her around every now then.
I started a Dogster group about this exact topic, because there was so much written in the public forums, showing a need for sharing, and because we could feel free to be open about it in the private group. Unfortunately, the group became inactive, but I would love to share my experiences, and I am sure others in the group would as well.
We think it’s cool you are writing about this, and wish you all the best!
Annabelle,
Please bark your experiences in to me directly by using the Bark to the Blog link to the right. I look forward o hearing from as many people (and dogs) as possible.
And please share this link with anyone who you think would like to share their stories.
A wonderful dream….
2005 was an especially difficult year for us, with three of our furbabies passing over the Bridge. One was expected, my husbands 17 yr old husky/corgi mix “Lady Wise” with severe arthritis, etc. The other 2 were not; my tortie cat “Peanut” of 12 yrs declined rapidly over 2 days from vibrant to barely breathing (X-rays revealed inoperable multiple cancer tumors in her chest) and my Border collie “LadyG” of 13 years developed congestive heart failure and declined rapidly in a month’s time.
In December 2005, about 2 weeks before Christmas, I was feeling rather blah and melancholy. The house was so empty and quiet, with just a toy poodle and 17 yr old cat. I was puttering around doing routine chores, when I decided to take a nap and had this wonderful dream:
I am in the bedroom sorting laundry and putting it away. I turn from the dresser and see Little Lady curled up on the bed. In my dream I know that Little Lady has gone to the Bridge several years before. I walk over to her on the bed, pet her, and pick her up in my arms. I walk out into the living room where my husband is lying on the couch watching TV. I say, “Look honey who has come to visit us”. He reaches over and pets her also. Then the dream fast-forwards and I am in the bedroom again putting laundry away and I walk out into the living room and ask my husband “did you see her? And he replies “Little Lady, yes”. Fast forward again and I am in the bedroom continuing to sort and put the laundry away into drawers. I turn around and face the bed and I see that animals surround me. I see Little Lady on the bed again. LadyG and Lady Wise are lying on the floor next to the bed where they used to sleep. My calico cat Patty (passed in 1998) is on my pillow and Peanut is on the other pillow. My childhood dogs are also in the room. I also see many dogs that I have interacted with in my 15 years as a Humane Society Volunteer in various places around the room. I feel in awe, and I have in incredible sense of peace.
Michelle,
Thank you for barking in this wonderful dream!
May we all be so lucky as to have this kind of experience!
Had my black female cocker spaniel girl Mindy put to sleep last month after 14 years. It is like a secret horror still inside of me. I hate it so much. I Miss Her so much it is a heart felt jolt every time I think of her and miss her beyond words. It really does hurt…so deeply. I want to smell her again, hear her bark….and feel her in my arms.
She was my life.
I Love her so much, it is forever.
TeriLynne,
My heart goes out to you. I understand and have shared your pain.
She won’t forget you.
Please take comfort from some of these stories and check out Newshounds next year. I have a chapter in there including some of these stories and many more about dogs communicating after having passed to the Rainbow Bridge,
Warm barks to you!
Hi,
Our shar-pei George died in his sleep 3 days ago. He was 9 years old and had been a wonderful friend to everyone he ever met.
George had a habit of waking us in the morning by putting his front paws up on the bed. This morning, as I was laying in bed, half awake, I felt paws on the bed near my feet. I didn’t think anything unsusual at first because we have another dog,Capone, even though he never does that. I figured it was Capone filling in for George. I was still tired so I didn’t open my eyes. A few seconds later, I felt the paws on the bed near my shoulder. I opened my eyes expecting to see Capone staring me in the face. There was nothing there. I immediately sprung up to look for Capone. He was in the other room sound asleep.
The experience was real, not imagined. I believe George is still around us.
Laura
I had to put my 9 y o shih tzu to sleep this past Monday after 2 years of battling with diabetes blindness then cancer. I did not want Cooper to go through any more pain with surgery and chemo but it was the hardest decision I have ever had to make. I have not been able to stop crying. Well Wednesday when I was in the shower I started crying cuz I miss him so much and when I went to get out of the shower I felt something hard on the towel that I was stepping on to. I looked down and there was a green shamrock pin on the towel that I almost stepped on. hmm that was strange I can’t rememeber when the last time I saw that pin but I am sure it wasn’t there the day before when I took a shower. later that afternoon I went up to my computer to check my emails and as I was logging on I say a St. Patricks day card sitting right next to my keyboard that had shamrocks all over it. Okay this is getting strange the card was sent from my sister years ago on St Patricks day but I don’t keep cards I throw them out a week or so later and this card definitely was not next to my keyboard the day before.. Well the only thing I can think of is my Mom who has also passed and was 100% Irish was giving me a sign that things were ok(see when my mom was living even though we lived 1000 miles apart whenever I was upset or was crying she would call me and ask me if everything was ok) I think she had Cooper with her on the other side and she saw how hard I was taking it so she was sending me signs that everything was ok and she still wanted to contact me some how to let me know.
My Border Collie pup, Queen Elizabeth (Lizzie).
When I got her she had distemper, we thought we could save her, she actually got better but then alot worse and started having seizures. The night before we took her to the vet to be put down. I was holding her outside, watching the sunset, there weren’t any other clouds in the sky, and I saw a cloud that looked like a running dog with wings and a halo. It was so sad, and amazing. R.I.P Liz.
My cockapoo was like no other. He was the funniest thing you would have ever seen. We got him when he was a baby and grew up with him until he was five. I let him outside and forgot our electric fence wasn’t working. Our neighbor came running to the door saying that our small black dog had just been hit by a car. I believed he was still alive and kept trying to get to him but my sister held me back saying he was gone. It was a day or two after halloween and candy must have dropped because a hershey’s bar was beside him. I still think of him all the time and regret not noticing that he wasn’t there.
This is a true story and from my book “The Storytellers Flute”
The Flute Playing Dog
When we first got our little puppy, I noticed he was very musically astute. He
did not pay any attention to the TV until one day a little girl was singing
“Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” on a commercial, and he perked up his ears. He
loved that commercial! He could be sound asleep, but when that song came on,
he would wake up and cock his head and make the cutest little sounds.
When I played the flute around the house he would do the same thing: cocking
his head, looking at me and making cute little sounds. He tried singing along,
but I play for hours, and he became used to the sound. We would have the stereo
on for hours, and he would pay no attention. But when my flute albums
came on, he would immediately jump up and look at me and then look at the
stereo and then look at me again. He was trying to figure out how I was playing
the flute without having a flute, or trying to figure out how my flute music
got in the noise box.
I went away one day and left one of my Native American flutes out. When I
got home, I found that he had somehow taken the flute out of the case and
chewed on the mouthpiece. I was furious. He incurred the wrath of John that
day. I gave him a severe talking to, spanked his little butt and put him outside
as discipline.
Things went on pretty good for a long time, but late one evening I woke to a
faint sound coming from the basement. It sounded like something whistling.
Not knowing what it was, I very quietly crept to the basement door and looked
down. What I saw amazed me. My puppy Nagi had the flute in his mouth, but
not like a stick. He had the mouthpiece in his mouth, and every time he would
exhale it would make a sound. Then he would cock his head and make a funny
little noise and do it again.
Granted he was chewing up the mouthpiece of the flute, but he was holding it
with both paws long ways. I was in shock and torn about what to do. I felt like
running down the stairs and spanking his butt, but he was so cute. He was just
trying to do what I was doing, and although he was chewing up a very expensive
flute, the squeaks were out of tune and his technique was horrible, I just
couldn’t be mad at him.
its.abt.my.two.dogs.
coco&kiki
i.miss.them.terribly.both.had.kidney.failure.the.nights.we.had.to.go.through.was.terror.seeing.coco.vomiting.in.evey.corner.of.the.hose.screaming.with.pain…oh.god.i.can.never.forget…..ijust.had.one.word.to.say.to.coco’please.speak.so.that.i.can.help.you.
but.the.next.morning.my.coco.was.gone.it.was.like.the.life.has.ende.my.baby.was.gone.body.was.still.warm.eyes.closed.we.decided.to.bury.in.our.courtyard.under.lemon.tree,and.miracles.happen.tha.tree.never.gave.fruit.but.after.coco.we.get.tennis.ball.size.lemons.its.my.coc.who.is.still.with.us…..
bt.another.year.came.13.march2009.my.kiki.went.through.the.same.pain.bt.it.was.more.painful.to.see.her.because.we.had.to.put.her.to.sleep…oh.it.was.so.tough.that.second.was.so.tough.when.the.vet.gave.her.injection.she.closed.her.eyes.slowly.and.she.was.gone…
the.vet.didnt.gave.water.to.her.since.9.days,due.to.her.vomitings.but.that.last.minute.my.mom.gave.her.lot.tof.water.we.had.to.turn.out.her.thirst….
my.mom.feels.guilty.but.everyone.says.it.was.better.to.release.her.painful.soul.
i.miss.my.babies.what.to.do.where.to.search.them..
god.help.me..i.love.them.may.ther.soul.rest.in.peace…………..
We had to let our dear doggie Benny go 3 weeks ago and the pain of that was agony.
He was with us for 13 years but had cancer in the end.
I miss him everyday and talk to him as well.
We had him cremated and he is back home with us.
Since that fateful day, I have had the most vivid dreams as if he is still here.
When they took his body away and put him into a van, my heart ripped out. I couldnt eat for 3 days!
That night I had a vision of him with 2 cats??
He came running in with them and was bounding all over my bed.
the next morning I told my partner who then remarked -”I didnt want to say anything to you but in the van there was also 2 other beloved pets – 2 cats!
I think he came back with two new friends and I truly belive that he is happy in rainbow bridge.
This is not a made up story – this is true.