I am often asked about pets, mostly dogs, which I will discuss here. Let me tell you this: the animals who have passed do not speak to me; they do not magically develop the ability to talk. They speak, through their manorisms, when I see animals, dogs, on the other side; which is rare, it is usually with one of the souls in our lives who crossed over.
I realized years ago, before I understood what my gift is, that my dog Ozzy, who passed, is still with me.
I was writing my book “The Lunch” one Sunday morning, when I felt what I thought was my current dog’s head pressing down on my thigh, wanting to be petted. When I looked down to pet him, nothing was there, not one to acknowledge my crazy, I looked for an explanation. That is when I remembered my black lab Ozzy would do that all the time, I was sure it was Ozzy…
Although I wasn’t aware of what I had, I now believe the door was opening for me. What happened, while writing what I fully expected to be only one page, a movie began to play, and I saw what I was writing about, especially the past life section of the book. Before I realized it, I had sixteen pages, including a vision of a past life; it was crazy.
Since then, I felt Ozzy around me occasionally, but my dog Chunk has made his presence known. His passing was one of the most difficult. What has happened since, I have heard him licking himself, which drove me crazy. I felt him jump on my bed. My wife heard him running down the hall when no one was around. She told me it was just like Chunk used to do.
Every so often, while cooking, I will turn because I have a strong feeling he is there. If that happened all the time, I would attribute it to memory, not this.
My point, I now understand and accept that our pets, my dogs, are always with not just me but all of us, as are our loved ones.
No, it’s not like we wish, they are just on the other side of what I call the curtain. But they are there just the same, only healthy again.
Always remain hopeful, not hopeless; always be optimistic, never pessimistic.
