A few days ago I printed Kathy's first story about her dogs. I asked her if she had any other interesting stories to please send them to me. Well she did and this story is my favorite of the two. I knew immediately that I wanted to share it with my readers here. Thank you once again Kathy for sharing a part of your life with your dogs here with us.
When our dogs leave this earth, are they truly gone? Of course a part of them remains in our hearts forever. Sometimes dogs that I've lost come to pay me a visit in my dreams. They are exactly how I remembered them to be, only they're gone when I awake which makes me long for them even more. But what about Kathy's dogs? Did she and her husband Joe grieve so hard for their beloved dogs that their dogs felt a need to return to them to let them know it was alright to say goodbye? Do you believe that animals have souls? Do you believe in ghosts? It's one of my favorite type of stories! I can get lost in them. Read on.....
The Magical Mulberry Tree
October 24, 2007 – Kathy Sater-Partch
There was once a man that was down by a river pondering his life. There appeared a man that spoke to him of many wonderful things to come; he then vanished as quickly as he appeared. Many years later this same man appeared to him to teach him more wonderful things. He asked this familiar person, aren't you the man that came to me while at the river many years ago? The man's response was: why don't you go back there and ask him?
A true teacher will not validate or invalidate a person's experience. It is always up to us to discern what is real to us or not!
I would like to share this phenomenon with you. About two years ago my husband, Joe and I were sitting at our kitchen-Island reminiscing about our late, white German Shepherd Dog, Lobo and how much we missed him. Shortly after that conversation I got up and went to the kitchen sink. When I looked out the window above the sink at our large mulberry tree in the back yard, there was a perfect image of Lobo's face on its trunk. I had to look twice to believe what I was looking at. I said to Joe, “Come quickly to the window and tell me what you see on the mulberry tree.” In a second of his glance he said, “Oh my! It’s an image of Lobo's face!” Not the image of any shepherd. It was the exact image of this photo I had taken of of him laying by that tree years ago. The same photo I used in a story I had written about him, titled: "Divine Messenger." It wasn't my imagination; Joe saw it right away too. I ran quickly for my camera. But by the time I got to the tree, the wind came up and totally distorted the perfect image that had been placed there by the sunray’s coming through the tree leaves. I waited for the wind to calm down, but by the time it did, the suns’ position changed just enough for the image to not reappear. I looked at the clock to see what time it was so I possibly could see the image again the next day -- it never returned.
All day I haven’t been able to get Lily off my mind. I think of her often, and miss her deeply. We shared an incredible fourteen years and some months together. [It will be a year this November eleventh since she left us].
Some time has gone by now since Lobo’s passing. And with Lily gone too, and no more dogs at the moment, I think of her constantly. Joe and I are sitting at the kitchen-Island once again for a lunch break as Lily’s memory lay strongly on my mind. I cannot tell you why I did this, but within seconds of intense thoughts of her, I looked out at the mulberry tree. And there she was! A huge chill ran up the back of my neck as goose bumps covered my arms. I’m so thankful Joe was there once again to share another unusual occurrence. “Joe, look quickly on the trunk of the mulberry tree,” I said. “Can you believe what’s there again?” He rushed to the window, and calmly said in a subtle voice, “It’s Lily.” “Am I crazy or what?!” I asked myself. “Well, then we both are because that's Lily’s face,” Joe said. Once again I hurried for my camera. And this is what I finally captured. Evidently Lily's spirit-energy was strong enough to allow me at least four different shots of the image. Then her image started to move around with the wind, just as Lobo’s image had done. I checked the time on the clock when it appeared. I waited for the next day to possibly see her again – there was just a slight image left. Probably the average person couldn’t have made it out unless they had seen it the day before, but she was still there.
And just think; Joe and I were there both times to witness the extraordinary likenesses’ of Lobo and Lily on that mulberry tree. Maybe for only a few minutes, but for both of us, I think was extremely quaint. There must be something magical about this mulberry tree, because my German Shepherd Dog, Koda now lies in the very same place as my other shepherds use to rest in the hot summer days of Arizona.
Wasn't that incredible? Just look at how much that image on the Mulberry tree looks like the picture of beautiful Lily! Wow, I wish I saw some of my beloved dogs that are no longer with me come visit me like that. Well maybe......or maybe not.......it might just freak me out also, so I better be careful what I ask for!
My rating: believing animals have souls: (4)
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