When I had to put mt beautiful black Himalayan hybrid boy to sleep two years ago, it was the most difficult thing I ever had to do. He had an inoperable tumour on his abdomen and it had grown and was causing him pain and suffering. I had to do it.

I had him cremated and scattered his ashes around my parent's fish pond because he always loved laying there in the sunshine and stalking the fish. I bought a Himalayan blue poppy and planted it over the ashes...since he was part himalayan and because he was as unique, rare and beautiful as the himalayan blue poppy.

Less than a year later I moved into my own house. The first summer I made some new gardens and added a multitude of plants, this summer I decided to buy a himalayan blue poppy in honour of Zody. It didn't bloom, but way over in a garden visible from my kitchen window a different poppy started to grow. I assumed it was a seed from the many common orange poppies that bloom in abundance. I was wrong, much to my shock and surprise it opened to reveal a gorgeous blue himalayan poppy! The year before there was nothing there, I didn't plant one there, I never had any seeds and no one in the neighbourhood grows them. If you know anything about the blue poppies they are extremely hard to grow and even harder to germinate from seed.

I like to think that perhaps the gift of the blue poppy is a message from Zody to let me know that he is still near me. He knew the sudden unexpected appearance of a blue poppy would make me smile and think of him.

I just wanted to share this with all of you who have lost beloved pets. Some of you will scoff while others will believe because they too have had signs from lost loved ones. The love doesn't die...

What a beautiful story! Thank you so much for taking the time to share it. I am definitely one of those who believes fully that this is a message from your sweet boy! What a wonderful way for him to check in with you and let you know that he knows where you are and continues to watch over you!

You're absolutely right that the love remains forever!

Eliza

I agree that this is a beautiful story. I believe that Zody was letting you know that he knew you moved and that he moved right along with you. Thank you for sharing this story. It reinforces my belief that our pets have gone on to wait for us, and that they watch over us every day. What a wonderful present he gave you. He must have loved you very much.

Tashi's Mom

Thank you so much for sharing the Himalayan Blue Poppy event ~ I am so blown away by the loss of my 2nd pet CC in the span of 6 months after losing Amber that I don't know what to do~ I had so much strength until I lost Ceese ~ we had a bond that was a foundation of safety ~ I never realized how significant until he was gone ~ I am drifing ~ my vision and strength ~ spiritual depth and level of the intuitive is a blank space ~ I look and try to find it but end up in an empty room with no furniture ~ I keep coming back here for the love ~ its all around me in all the animals and angels that hover about in this place ~ I can only say thank you for this light in the dark ~ Love, Kathryn

I totally believe it was him! If you feel like it is, then it is...there are so many stories of animals coming back & visiting. I think this is a wonderful thing to happen.

Thank you all so much for your kind words. I'm glad I'm not the only one who believes that our lost loved ones are always near us.
I cherish that blue poppy and still marvel how it got there.

I have one more odd story to share...last weekend I unlocked my front door, it is one of those double doors but one side of it usually stays hinged at the top and the bottom as is isn't used. I had a piece of furniture delivered and took out the hinge on the other side. Afterwards I absentmindedly locked up put the dead bolt and chain in. I ran errands and when I got home I realized with absolute horror that the door had blown open, the only thing holding it partially in place was the security chain. There was plenty of room for a cat to get out. I have a two year old mischievous black persian, Loki, who loves going out with me on a leash. I live in a residential area but there are idiots driving on my road that think it's the indy 500, just recently a young guy ended up with his pickup truck upside down in my ditch-he was going too fast on the wet hilly windy road. So I never let any of pets run loose. Well you can imagine how terrified I was to find the door open. I already envisioned Loki dead or dying somewhere in ditch before I even got the door. With a heavy heart as I struggled to undo the chain I called Loki and much to my disbelief heard a meow coming from the area of my kitchen. Of course I just about hugged and kissed him to death I was so relieved. It truly was a little miracle. I like to think that perhaps Nymph, my silver girl who died on sept. 23rd and knew him and liked him somehow perhaps whispered in his ear to go back in. Because knowing Loki I'm sure he went out. After losing spicey and nymph within a month I don't think I could have handled losing Loki also. Whatever or whoever it was that kept him safe in the house-I am SO GRATEFUL.

your beautiful story made me cry. it is a truly wonderful gift of healing . i'll bet you'll have the peace of your blue poppy for many generations.

That is a beautiful story.
On my third day of grief yesterday, hubby decided to take us out, the children have probably been concerned seeing my on off crying and lack of function as a usual up and at them Mum. I have to admit I was being selfish, but I miss my little Wicket so much I could only think of my loss and feelings.
So a trip to the local beach wasn't really going to be my idea of fun, after all that's where Wicket loved to wander a sniff for ages on a Sunday, but then perhaps thats why my dear hubby chose it ? The sun was blazing on calm November afternoon, and obviously there were many furbabies and their best friends enjoying the weather, a boisterous collie charged up to my eldest son and dropped a stick at his feet waiting eagerly for some movement from stick or human. My son threw it for him and of course the collie bounded back happy to have found a temporary playmate. A huge smile appeared across the faces of my two boys, because our loyal Wicket, never understood this game us humans called fetch ! Might aswell have been called throw, he never returned with the object, always finding something else much more interesting on his way to 'fetch'.
We sat at the beach cafe, on the table next to us was a young family with a beautiful German pointer, as we sat she stood up and placed a massive sandy paw on my youngests knee, he giggled and then she pawed him until he allowed her a sniff of his hand and a stroke, then she wandered over to me and did the same. I held the tears back because the boys were laughing.
It's not my sign, but it helped me somehow, I don't know why but I felt a little better.
I feel I'm through the darkest moments as reading this board - concentrated my grief, I wrote to the rescue home we 'met' him at with a tribute and donation and I'm focusing on him as he was when he was fit healthy and full of mischief.
Getting through the daily routine without my best friend is hard and I miss him so much.
Thanks for listening
Jo

Looking at that handsome face I can totally understand how much you must miss him.
Who knows perhaps Wicket's spirit was whispering into those other dogs ears to bring you all a little laughter.
I believe their spirits are near us and every so often they find a way to show us, whether or not we recognize it as such.
About a year after my beloved Zody died, Loki suddenly did something that only Zody ever did, (lay on my chest in bed and kneaded my chin) he only did it once and my heart jumped all funny and I blurted out 'thank you zody". Later when calmed down I though that perhaps Zody whispered in loki's ear and told him to do that because I would like it. Who knows but it did make me feel all warm and loved.