I’m still not feeling like myself since our badass boy, Skipper, died in November. They certainly are our fur-children, no doubt. He wasn’t quite 6 when he died, and I’ll miss him forever.
We have another dog, Benjamin B., the best boy ever, and I think he felt the loss too. Even though he and Skipper weren’t always the best of buddies, I think he sensed that death had come calling and that his mom and dad were sad.
We did choose to get a new puppy in December because I was too sad and needed a reason to smile, and baby Sophie did help a lot!
A few weeks after Skipper moved on, I had what I think was a dream (I say a dream because it felt very real and I’ve been visited in dreams by people and critters before).
In the dream, I was in a veterinarian’s office. I was there with another of my dogs. I was telling the vet about Skip when I looked down, and there he was. I said, He’s here now, as I reached to scritch his neck. I could feel his blue collar in my hand as he leaned against me.
The vet nodded as if that was the most logical thing in the world.
It was bittersweet, but I know Skip is always with me in my heart.
I just wrote a post on something very intriguing that happened to me last week regarding Skipper (https://paulatozer.substack.com/p/the-ever-growing-love-pack?r=5kjudh).
Interesting how something else happened this week that gave me cause for pause…
I had just returned from taking a couple of our critters to the vet for their checkups.
When I was there, I showed Skipper’s vet a video I had made of him a few years before his death. She was a great support when Skip was sick and really cared about him.
It’s super cute, and he was being his playful, gnaw-ty little self:
I didn’t look at the video when I showed it to her because I knew I would get all misty.
I did anyway.
Oh, well. ‘tis life…
When I got home, I checked my phone. My husband had sent me a picture of what I first thought was Skipper…but it wasn’t one I’d seen before.
Where did you get that? I texted him.
Then, I looked deeper. It wasn’t Skipper, but it looked like Skipper’s twin.
Oh my, I texted, where did you find this dog?
As it turns out, Lucy belongs to one of our clients. My husband went up to the client’s door, and Lucy met him.
He was stunned into silence.
He took a picture of her and sent it to me.
I can certainly see why he would be shocked into silence. Except for her brown tail, Lucy could be Skip’s twin. Even down to the little speckles on her ears…
My husband jokingly told our client that if, for any reason, Lucy goes missing, she’s not going to be found at our house! HA!
At this point, I really don’t think I could meet her. She’d wonder why this strange woman was blubbering…and asking to take her home.
My point is that there’s more to the bright little spirits that grace our lives than we know. My dogs have taught me more about loyalty, compassion, life…and death than most humans.
Why I feel there are no coincidences…
That a dog that looks like Skipper’s twin, who came all the way from Texas to live with one of our clients, shows up in a way that makes us sit up and notice…Of all the places she could have gone… anywhere in North America or even beyond…there’s more to this doggy Love story than I can ever explain.
It warms my still bleeding heart…
Originally Published on https://akasha111blog.wordpress.com/
