Was It a Sign?
So, I spoke of how out all of the animals I have had that have passed on, only one has not "visited" me after death and that was Darkness who passed 2 years ago. His death broke my heart and I felt such guilt - he was only 7. I still feel the guilt and wish I had stayed home that day. I think to myself maybe he stayed away because I did. This has been in my head for 2 years.
Most of you know that I am a practicing witch. I look for signs, cast spells and chant mantras. Sometimes it works, sometimes it does not. So the sign I saw (maybe it was - maybe it wasn't) came to me on FB. Now the past few weeks I have been very weepy over my lost Darkness. I am not sure why now, but I do know my heart is aching even more than usual.
One night I dreamed that the reason Darkness has not come to me is that the pet that usually ushers my passed babies to Summerland would be my familiar, Mutt. Mutt is a dog and Darkness was intensely afraid of dogs (even barking from outside sent him into hiding). So instead of going with Mutt, Darkness ran into the black abyss and is lost there. I know I should have told Mutt to bring our cat Nike with him to help with the cross over, but I did not (more guilt).
I awoke & knew I had to find a way to get Darkness out of the black abyss and into Summerland. I did not know how to do this, so I scoured the Wiccan pages for help. I did not find any until I found a post on my FB with a quote from The Raven - EA Poe
Here I opened wide the door; Darkness there, and nothing more.
I thought to myself "by the Goddess Morrigan there it is..."
That night I went to my alter - lit my candles - praised the Goddess Morrigan and chanted the Poe mantra three times. Nothing.
I did the same the next night. Nothing.
I did it again last night - while I slept I felt the touch of soft fur on my skin. Thinking it was Ghost or Onyx I reached down to pet them - neither was there. I thought to myself "Darkness there, and nothing more". I fell asleep quite easily after that and awoke this morning feeling lighter. I am hoping that this was the sign that Darkness has made it back from the black abyss.
I do not expect people to believe me, but I also wanted people to see that they are safe to contribute whatever story that they want regarding the paranormal, supernatural, strange encounters or whatever and that I will not judge or ridicule.
Blessed Be!
I do not expect people to believe me, but I also wanted people to see that they are safe to contribute whatever story that they want regarding the paranormal, supernatural, strange encounters or whatever and that I will not judge or ridicule.
I believe you. This morning I thought Charlene was rubbing against my leg (that's her thing) but there was nothing there. I wonder if George had come back for a visit?
I hope you are feeling better about Darkness now
I actually am feeling better about him.
Our dog Spike used to press against my legs when I was at the kitchen sink. I miss that.
I absolutely believe you. Considering the two paranormal incidents in my life that I have posted, how could I not.
I appreciate it.
After my sweet girl, Annie passed there were times that I would glace at an area of the house and for a second she would be there, it was always in her favorite spots.
More than 30 years ago my kitty was hit by a car and killed. I didn't see it but my husband found her and buried her. I was devastated. We went to bed and to sleep. A while later a woke up to see my kitty walking up toward the head of the bed to sleep on my pillow like she always did. I was so happy and I tried so hard to wake my husband to tell him she was okay but I couldn't speak or move to wake him, sleep paralysis maybe ? Anyway I felt like she wanted me to know she was okay.
Thank you for sharing. It is nice to know others have had special reunions with there passed furries.
A movie that refers to "signs" is Sleepless in Seattle. In particular two incidents are "signs" that predict actual situations. One is when Meg Ryan is trying on her grandmother's wedding dress, and it rips, predicting that her intended marriage was wrong, which it was. Another is when she saw a heart lit up on the Empire State Building, and says "It's a sign" because she had not been planning on meeting Tom Hanks there, but when she saw the heart she rushed to it in order to find him, and she did.
I have to think very hard to try to remember situations where I may have in the past experienced "signs" that were warnings or predictions - I'm sure there have been some.
I truly believe in "signs", but I have to stop myself from thinking everything is a sign.
My cat has recently decided that he needs to sit in a weird spot in the basement and meow very loudly while his eyes dart around. We just had another cat die of old age a few months ago in the basement, about fifteen feet from that spot. They hated each other. I kinda wish he’d shut the hell up because it’s annoying.
Maybe the passed furry is taunting the living one. Maybe you should talk to him/her.
That gave me chills.
I have guilt... horrible guilt over my Mizjwea and Trouble, sister kitties... my first fur babies ever. My now ex husband and I adopted them; they were originally barn kittens and their mother bailed. If I only knew then what I know now... my ex didn't care if they messed in the apartment, because it wasn't his place. It was his job to keep the litterbox clean, because it was in his computer room. There were so many things we didn't do right.
He forced them to stay in the basement when we bought our house. I hated that, but I was pregnant and didn't want to get toxoplasmosis either. After our daughter was born and allergic to cats, he threatened to drop them in a field somewhere and leave them to fend for themselves. I didn't know what to do. My former sister in law offered to take them to the shelter, but the shelter wouldn't take them because they didn't always use their litterbox... there was only one option if I didn't want them to suffer. I'm tearing up over it right now. I was so mad at him for forcing me to make that decision. They were only 4 years old. They were so beautiful and sweet and cuddly; they were Maine Coon mixes with calico coloring. I hope to this day that they forgive me. I don't remember them ever visiting me. I hope I've made up for it with my Palooza and Rocky.
Thank you. I sure wish I knew more about kitties when I had Trouble and Mizjwea; they would've had a much better life if I had. I never had pets before I moved out of my childhood home. My mother is allergic to anything with fur. I never learned what was right until I got much older. I know that even if I hadn't made that decision that they wouldn't be around anymore, but that doesn't mean that I don't still feel guilt about it sometimes.
I told my husband that when our current pets cross over the rainbow bridge, which is likely that won't happen for another 10 + years, I want to foster or adopt senior pets. They almost never get fostered or adopted and it's sad.
I've dealt with the senior pet headaches already... my husband's pets were 10 or 11 when we got together. I dealt with Samson [our husky] having accidents, waking me up several times through the night to go out, having to use a towel to hold up his back end just so he could walk down 5 stairs to go out to go potty, spine spurs, hip dysplasia, etc. Sylvester [our tuxedo cat] developing lumps, likely cancerous, beginning to lose his mind and swiping at people at random times, having accidents outside of his litterbox, not wanting to eat and when he finally did, vomiting in my shoes, in my purse, on the counter, on the kitchen table, on our bed...
The reason I wanted another dog and cat was that I never actually got to experience pets through their entire lives.
Rocky was about 7-8 months old when we adopted him. He was abandoned in Detroit and chained up to a tree in front of an abandoned house; he's an American Pitbull Terrier and sweet as pie.
Palooza was about 3.5 years old when we adopted her; I'd already experienced the headaches of kittens. She's fat and sassy.
The first time I met her, she was growling at a kitten and shoved it off of her perch. She HATED being around all those other cats. She had already been fostered by a few people, all of which had other cats so they didn't keep her for long. She was adopted by a couple as a kitten and she was with them for 2 years; they returned her because the woman got pregnant and the couple felt that they couldn't have cats simply because she was pregnant. As long as she didn't clean the litterbox, she'd have been fine. Palooza is not prone to have accidents outside of her litterbox... only when she's extremely stressed [like when I've taken her to the vet].
We had Sylvester when I was pregnant with our son and after our son was born, we bought a "crib tent" to prevent Sly from getting into the crib... it's really not that difficult. Moreover, that crib tent prevented our son from climbing out of his crib once he would've been able to, so it was a double bonus.
I am a big fan of adopting pets from shelters. When we got Ghost and Darkness they were 2 months old & their mother refused to feed them. She fed the rest of the litter, but wouldn't allow them to nurse. So they were hand fed.
This was right after we got them in 2012. New "condo" and everything.
We lost Darkness when he was only 7 and I am still heartbroken today. He was such a little sweetie.
A few months after Darkness passed Ghost appeared to want company so we adopted Onyx from a local group that takes in strays & throwaways and fosters them out until a forever home can be found. She was a trouble maker & had been returned multiple times. She is a a handful, but nothing to make me take her back. She started out as a tiny thing, now when she rolls on her back she looks like a seal pup.
I know what you mean about guilt. I still feel it about Darkness.
RIGHT!? There's nothing that Palooza could do to make me return her. Yeah, she's sassy, but that's why I fell in love with her!
Your kitties, past and present are beautiful babies. Did they have green eyes? Palooza's eyes are green except for one spot in her right eye, it's gold.
I sometimes wonder if Rocky wasn't "tough" enough for someone. Unfortunately, people have given pit-type dogs a bad name and if they're not "tough" enough, those same people will toss them aside. My Rocky is a big baby. We've used squirt bottles to train him, because he hates water. There are things that he's afraid of that make me wonder what happened to him in his first 7-8 months of life. But he's loyal and kind and cuddly.
He won't leave our yard if I'm in it. He has been in our driveway with me and the moment he starts sniffing too far, I simply whistle and he returns to me. The only time I would be concerned is if the one neighbor behind us lets her little Frenchie, Jackson out; he's a little jerk and WILL bite anyone that comes near it... Rocky HATES HIM. That's the only thing I've ever seen him try to go after... well Jackson and rabbits; Rocky wanted to rip his little face off. I had to really get a grip on the leash [Rocky has a harness] and make him come with me back in the house. As soon as I said, "Rocky no. Let's go back in the house," and whistled, he followed me back in the house. He's really a good dog.
Ghost's eyes are green. Darkness had yellow eyes. Onyx has a very light green almost yellow.
It amazes me and angers me how people treat animals. When I was young my father brought home this dog from a bar - it was cowering under the pool table - I guess the owner used to beat her with pool sticks.
I think pit bulls get a bad rap. I think it all depends on the owner. Yours sounds like a sweetie. I don't blame him about Jackson - Frenchies can be real assholes.
It is dependent on the owner. It just sucks how poorly pits are often treated. They're most often loyal to a fault... and they're really strong; therefore, bad people make them mean fighters. I've only had negativity towards me from two breeds personally, that Frenchie behind us and two different German Sheppard dogs. Both of the GS's ended up being put down because they maimed children.
That is so sad. Bad people. Hopefully that puppers found happiness with your family or another like yours.
Any dog can be made into a biter. It's not the breed - it is the owner.
She lived with us the rest of her days. She was a nice dog, not sure why the former owner treated her so bad.
There are some sick people out there.
Veronica, I made an unkind remark to you in a private group. I so totally regret that as I have developed a healthy respect for you. I do hope you can forgive me.
I don't recall an unkind remark. So no problem.