My dog died this morning.
I was becoming convinced that my brother's spirit passed on, and I was starting feel more emotionally normal. But I knew my dog's time was coming. I spent alot of time with him and helped him get around outside, and he brought himself back into the house. He quietly passed away.
I miss him already. He was a lab-mix rescue, and very protective of me. He would body block my autistic son if he was coming to hit me. He would bark to warn my other son.
I hate cranking up the grief process again.
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Keeping you in my thoughts and sending healing vibes
Healing vibes on the way to you.
I know how painful it is. My thoughts and sympathy are with you on the loss of your precious dog. He sounds like he was a wonderful dog.
Dogs and cats are family and when they die it is terribly heartbreaking 💔 Watch for signs, he’s gone in body but not in spirit. 
you,
Losing a beloved pet is absolutely heartbreaking, been there done that. I hope you can take some comfort from the wonderful memories you shared.
You are in my thoughts.
We love those little guys
I recently lost my dog, and my partner, so I know how terribly painful your grief is. You're not alone.
Please be kind to yourself and care for yourself as best as you can. I hope you can enjoy the good memories when you are able, and can begin to feel a little better soon.
I lost my gorgeous, loving Buddy almost exactly a year ago and I still miss him and love him to pieces.
I wish I'd been a better Mom, I wish I'd spent more time giving him rubby-tummies and scratchy-backs because he loved them so much. He used to be so patient, waiting all day for me to sit on the couch at night to watch TV, and he would jump right up in my lap. But so many nights, I didn't give him that pleasure, and now I can't do that any more.
I'm convinced that we never get over losing our favorite dogs. It's hard to think about getting another dog ... maybe some day. Maybe I will, I don't know. For me, there will never be another dog like Buddy. That's the only thing I know.
Cross gently Ilsa's lab-mix rescue support doggie.
I wish there were words to help you in your grief, but I don't know any. I hope you find strength. ❤️🩹
Been there. It's never easy. My wife and I have been dog parents virtually our entire lives so we've been through this a few times. We miss them all. But after a while, the pain recedes, and your left with wonderful memories of sweet, sweet puppers. We still laugh about their antics long after they've left us. They still live on in our hearts.
Been there - they are never with us long enough.
There's no 'inference' or ulterior motives. They love PURELY and openly.
I understand your grief, Ilsa.
My first dog died on Dec 15th and for 10 days I heard her distinct sounds...like trying to open the closet door to sleep, opening the bedroom door to go out and she even moved around under my bed like when she was young. My friend who loved her as much as I did experienced the same thing. This friend taught me about metaphysical stuff when I was younger.
I know of several people who saw their own dog or cat walk past them in the days after the soul went home. This is fairly common but most people don't want to share for fear of being called crazy. That sucks!
The energies of animals (especially dogs) communicate with you after they have passed. Their entire lives are about giving you unconditional love and that is why the come back to visit you. They want to calm you down and make sure that you know they are not dead but are waiting for you to go home with them.
It happened after my dad died when a year later my second dog passed at 11AM. A few days later I was resting and that's when she came to visit me and I saw my dad. It was as clear as day. I saw my dad sort of floating and Spike standing on the floor next to me as usual. When I saw my dad I realized Spike was NOT standing next to me since my dad had already died. I tried to bend down and scoop her up in my arms (she was tiny...7 pounds) but then she went with my dad and they went around a corner together. It was meant to show me that my dad was taking care of Spike until I join them.
Guess what? She STILL comes back to visit me (6 years later)!!! I have learned to keep a Post It pad on my nightstand. Since she usually visits when I am in between asleep and awake I force myself to document her visits so I don't forget them in the morning. I've done research and this seems to be the time when the "soul's energy" is able to break through to the human subconscious. Animals communicate on a different vibration level than people so it's easier for them to reach us when we are in the most acceptable time which is when you are half asleep. I have heard her distinct bark outside the bedroom and on my bed next to the window where she slept, I have felt her move past me (she slept on the bed next to me), I have dreamt about us doing normal stuff, etc. But the time she most often she comes is from the floor next to my side of the bed. She whines, like she always did, to wake me up and let her go outside (I have severe insomnia so she needed to wake me up and that's how she did it). Also, since she died at 11 AM she actually visits at that time more than any other time.
Once you experience something like this yourself you know it isn't crazy BS. Many people share their experiences with me since I don't care about anyone's opinion and if they think I'm crazy. Too many people are afraid of sharing their own experiences since societies and cultures are so close minded but once you DO share so many people finally feel free to open up and tell you that they had similar experiences.
This is a loooooong post but I feel very strongly about this subject. My baby died on June 2 and I lit candles for her on Tuesday I tell her I love her every night and I believe she comes to visit, hoping to cheer me up and to let me know she IS waiting for me. I hope you are open to any experiences you may have and I hope you keep a pad of paper and a pen so you can document any visits. You will feel much better when that happens.
I'm sorry Ilsa.
