Dreams...

[SarahZ]

It's been almost a year since my Onyx has been gone. He was a mutt, a lab/rott mix, and so very sweet. He was why we wanted a newf. I think he must have had the heart of a newf, but not the brains of one! lol!
Anyway, lately a few people have posted about dreams. When Onyx was alive, I had several dreams where he talked to me. The one I remember most vividly was that I was sleeping and woke up when he walked into the room and stood in the doorway. I was still laying down, but my eyes were opened and he told me what his name was. I was surprised that he could talk. The rest of the conversation I don't remember, just chit chat. It's funny that I had the dreams before I knew about animal communicators.
After he died, I never had another dream about him.
So, just curious, does anyone else dream about their animals?
Sarah

 

[R Taft]

I do not really dream about my animals, but I have had a kinda weird communication happening with some...............My girl Abbey especially. I will always remember the night she died and I was away at a Conference...........I couldn't sleep that night and i sleep as soon as my head hits a pillow anywhere. I kept seeing her It still gets to me. She had a heart attack and my hubby tried to resuscitate her.He waited till I got home to tell me, because he worried i would not get home safely. She also used to look me in the eye and i would just know what she wanted and what she thought. That sweet girl was dealt a bad hand with all her arthritis from a very young dog on........ Gosh i still miss her so, I always will.....

Speaking of which, Annabelle and Tessa have just come to sit with me. they must have felt my sadness

 

[suzsmile]

One of our Labs, Ares, died at age 7 of kidney failure from Lyme Disease. I had cooked for him from the time he was diagnosed until he had to be put down and my husband and I had done everything we could to keep him comfortable and happy. His death left a huge hole in our human and dog families. About a month after Ares' death, I had a very, very realistic dream (one of only two like this that I have ever had) in which Ares was lying on the bed batting me with his paws, like he loved to do. It was so real, that it was like he was on the bed with me. I felt that he was there and that he was trying to tell me that he was fine on the other side of the Bridge.

 

[Windancer]

Suzanne....he was........

 

[suzsmile]

Julie, I know that he was. An interesting thing is that I did take one of the dogs to a pet psychic. My husband thought it was just silly until I told him about the visitors. The psychic had never met me before and she told me that two women were there waiting for my mother. There names were Ellen or Helen and Ruth. Helen and Ruth were my mother's two friends who played golf with her every Sunday.

 

[Erika]

I have dreams of my Glory, sometimes they are so real. I dream of garrett too but the strangest was the night I dreamt of Gargar and Gloglo,they were in a field of daisies,just sitting there.They slowly walked towards me the air was cool and the winds smelled sweet.I got to hold them and pet them.As I said i love you guys they faded and 2 white pups appeared frolicking in the daisies.About a week later when I let my Newfs out at 5 am I saw shadows in the darkness 2 white Pyr pups way on the otherside of the yard where garrett and Glory relaxed,think me not crazy please but my daughter Tara saw them too. About a month later Greta found us and then Gandolph came. They both look like those pups. Yes there are angels among us

 

[Jeannie]

*****TISSUE ALERT*****

When I was struggling with my decision on helping Panda cross the bridge. I had 2 dreams.

I had scheduled an appointment at the vet and that night I had a dream that when the vet gave Panda the medication she didn't die. In my dream the vet told me 'She is not ready to go'. So the next day I called and canceled.

About a month later Panda was really struggling. (I was too) I prayed for wisdom, guidance and peace. That night I had a dream that I was holding Panda around her neck and all these butterflies were flying around. As I was holding Panda she died, all these butterflies swarmed together, hovered over her heart then flew into the heavens.

I woke up in a cold sweat. I knew the butterflies represented Panda's soul and she was telling me it was time. I had a peace in my heart and I knew it was time. The next morning I set down on the floor with Panda and explained to her my dream and that I was going to help her be pain free. As I spoke to her she looked me straight in the eye. The last thing I said is "I hope you understand." At that point she kissed me and wagged her tail. I knew she understood and was ready.

I really miss my Panda girl with the long eye lashes

 

[Tricia2]

Animal dreams

About three weeks ago, I adopted a 9 month old Sato (a street puppy from Puerto Rico), for a friend. She was flown in on 4/7 and I picked her up at the airport for him. She's a sweet little thing but she was a very timid and shy. She wouldn't leave her crate except to potty and if she did she would hide behind furniture. If he took her out she would head for the hedge around her yard to hide in the bushes. Everything about being in a city frightened her.

Three days after she arrived, while he was leash walking her, a truck backfired and she spooked. She pulled backward and wriggled out of her collar. I was upset because her tags were on her collar and she wasn't microchipped yet. I thought we would never find her. We searched for her all day and well into the night. We called all the local vets, the Animal Rescue League, the SPCA. And gave up for the night at about 10pm.

When I finally fell asleep, I had a dream that she was in the corner of a yard behind a chain link fence, pawing to get out. In the morning we resumed the search. I walked a few blocks from his home where I saw a chain link fenced yard with a locked gate. There was something about it that looked "right." In the back behind the fence I saw some movement and stopped. There she was huddled in the corner. I woke the owner to unlock the gate. She came right over to me and pushed herself between my knees. When I checked her over she was fine except her front paws were abraded from trying to escape.

 

[suzsmile]

Jeannie,
I teach foreign languages and all our Spanish teachers have a definite "thing" for butterflies. In Mexico, they believe that the returning Monarch Butterflies around the Day of the Dead are the souls of their deceased loved ones. When my husband and I got married outside at my parent's house, one of the Spanish teachers told me that she saw a butterfly fly around us. She strongly believed that it was my father giving us his blessing.

 

[Jeannie]

I have done some research and found that many cultures believe butterflies represent the soul. I didn't know that at the time of my dream. That is what makes my dream so special. I'll never forget my dream or my girl.

Panda was cremated and I got a cookie jar for her ashes that has butterflies all over it. It even has a butterfly as the handle on the lid. I paid big bucks for that cookie jar on ebay but not as much as I was willing. I had my maximum bid set at $500. I know way to much for a cookie jar but not too much for the last thing I'd every purchase for my Panda girl. I paid over $100 for it and it is perfect.

 

[Windancer]

Here is a strange one for you....I used to travel quite often...I always missed my animals..Especially my cat at night , because she always slept with me. She had a particular way of walking across my body in the bed, and winding up curled up in a certain spot...One night while away, I was lying there thinking about Lacy , and How I would get to sleep without her normal senerio.....Lying curled up on my side, I felt that cat walk across my body, feet placed axactly as she did at home....I never moved...I just smiled and said "Thank you Lacy"...I know this sounds weird as the dickens, but I would swear to it till this day.

 

[R Taft]

, I do love these stories, but they make me sad...........

 

[SarahZ]

When I was little my Grandmother would tell us stories from her childhood growing up in Philadelphia. One in particular was about her brother who died before she was born. He had drowned in the Pennypack Creek. My great grandmother was devestated, but he came to her one night and told her he was ok, and she then was able to find peace. Anyway, I told my grandmother that she had to come back and give me a sign when she died. This was when I was young, but I always remembered that I asked her to do this. She died when I was about 21. I could barely sleep for weeks and had a horrible time because then I was afraid that she would come back. I had a dream that I was in her house, upstairs, and walked into one of the bedrooms. A window was open, and a cardinal flew in and perched on the window sill. We didn't talk, but in the dream I knew it was Grandmother. Since then it seems like I always see cardinals. I'm not much of a bird person, and maybe because I now associate them with my grandmother, they stand out to me. It is especially nice when I had a tough day, or am feeling bummed out, I see a cardinal, and I feel that she's there, watching over me.
In my dream about Onyx, and he told me his name, it wasn't Onyx, it was a regular name. One day I want to talk to an animal communicator and see if he tells her what he told me.

 

[KS Newf]

Jeannie, what a beautiful story and what beautiful beliefs about butterflies others have shared. May I say God bless all of you with peace in the loss of these furkids. Having walked this way myself, as almost all of us have, I know that it is so horribly difficult and is made easier only by whatever spiritual or religious beliefs we hold and the arms and paws on us and around us of those still here.