I usually post about Daisy, my Yorkshire terrier, who passed away on April 1, 2006. But, today for some reason, the two dogs of my childhood are in my mind. Debbie was a toy poodle and she came home when I was 6 years old. My father carried her in his pocket so my mother wouldn't see. My mother hadn't wanted a dog, but quickly fell in love. Debbie was smart and gentle and was the mother of the second dog of my childhood, Zoe. Zoe died young at the age of nine, after being misdiagnosed by the vet. I remember that he came to the house, being a family friend, and said that she was having a false pregnancy. I said "She's dying." But, no one would listen to me, and by morning she had passed away. I don't know how I knew, but I did. Debbie died during my first year in college, but parents didn't tell me until I was coming in the front door during Christmas break and asked how Debbie was.

Debbie had heart problems, and was being treated by my father, who was a cardiologist for people, but had gotten very sick. My parents had brought her to the vet's office on a Friday in the hopes that he could do something. Debbie stayed there until Sunday, when she died alone. Now, years later, it still brings tears to my eyes to think of her last few days. She hated to be away from home, and must have felt abandoned. Hopefully, she was too sick to know where she was.

I remember these two dogs, who gave me so much. Perhaps Daisy is with them now. Although they never met, I like to think that they would know each other, having all been loved by the same person.

Daisy's Mommy

What a touching story about Debbie and Zoe. I'm sure Debbie and Zoe were welcomed to the Bridge by Daisy. Siblings in spirit, who lived in different times, and different places... Since I said goodbye to my precious Caesar on December 8 of....last year (how that even hurts to say, now, five long/short weeks later), I've also been thinking of a dog that I was so very close to and adored, when I was a kid, back in '67. His name was Sheppy. (German Shepherd). My heart broke when I was given the news he was hit by a car and passed away, how I cried. And also the other dogs and cats I loved when I was a kid. (My cousin lived nearby and I loved all her pets. I didn't ever have any, as a kid and I so desparately wanted a pet.) But Sheppy has also been in my mind, a lot of late. Thanks for sharing your story about Debbie and Zoe. Just to say their names, after all these years, is to make them live again. Take care.

Amarna, Caesar's Mommy. Caesar.... I love you! I miss you desparately!

They say that when we spontaneously think of a loved one, it is because they are not only near us but putting that thought (energy) into our heads. They also say that it doesn't matter whether any loved ones knew each other in the physical or not...it's the love WE had for them all that knits them together in the other plane(s). Love is the glue that binds. So I'm of the mind that all our beloveds are able to be together (even if not constantly, but whenever they choose) after they leave here, at One in the Love we shared throughout their and our lives. Don't worry....Debbie, Zoe and Daisy are now companions in Love, keeping that circle alive and well for you, until the day you'll be joining them.

And remember and treasure that gift of Knowing that Zoe gave you to carry with you, for your continued growth. Adults seldom listen to children who haven't yet learned how to cut themselves off from their Source and It's innate connection with us. Your connection with Zoe, too, was there, real and blessed by your acknowledgement of hearing and believing your Inner Voice. And since time is not linear and of no concern on the other plane, no matter how long it was before you learned of Debbie's passing, that love and concern you've always felt for her well-being (and final moments here) WERE received by her in that instant....an instant which possibly could have later been placed and felt like DURING THE PAST to her, with no time lag at all....and just as she receives them still from you. Your love hasn't died, and neither has hers. Each thought of love that we send our babies helps not only them, but ourselves as well....and makes that circle of Love even more fortified.