I
have always loved animals, a real deep love for them. Ever since I was a small
child, I just related to them. Dogs, I just worshiped them. I would look right
into their eyes with love and excitement.
I
had a very strong bond with my grandmother’s dog. She got him when I was 7,
just after my grandfather died. Well from the first moment I set eyes on him,
that was me hooked. We had a very strong bond. Pooch, as she called him would
always wait at the front door when he knew that I was coming to the house. We
sort of hung out if you like.
One
morning when I was about 15, I woke up from a dream in which my gran’s dog was
present. In the dream, I was just leaving my gran’s house, on a regular visit
with my parents. As I was going out the door, I told Pooch to get up on his
chair at the window, to see me off. As he did, I noticed he was limping. He
held up his front right paw. I told my gran; Pooch was holding his paw up. He
must have hurt it. She said, “Oh, he must have hurt it in a fight”.
Well,
the following Saturday afternoon, just as I was leaving my grans house, this
actually happened.
I
told my parents about it. They didn’t seem to be that interested
though. This was the first of many dreams that were to come over the
years. A few years late, when living in Sydney Australia, I had a neighbour’s
dog that used to visit. He was a little Silky terrier. I have no idea how old
he was. He first appeared on New Year’s morning about 1983. We didn’t know his
name, so we called him Angus. This dog became a regular visitor to our house. I
do not recall how long he visited us for. A few months, I think. Then one
morning I woke up after seeing him in a dream. In the dream he was standing at
the front door as usual. But in the dream, there was a white mist around him.
He told me that he has to go away. I felt so sad at him leaving. When I woke
up, I was upset about Angus leaving. I informed my parents of the dream. This
time they listened to me. My mum just knew that this was indeed Angus leaving
us. We all missed him for a long time after that.
In
recent years, I have had many animals come to me in dreams, for one reason or
another. I also see Animals in spirit often. I see them more solid than I do
humans for some reason. I just put that down to pure love for animals. With my
own fur babies, I have a strong psychic bond. They tell me when I should be home
from shopping or visiting friends. When they are outside and want back indoors,
they send me a mental image. As soon as I go to the door, sure enough there is
one of them waiting to get in. I had a Jack Russell called Sparky, he passed a
few years ago. When he was ill, I called in the Shaman spirits, to help him
cross over. My other little dog, Gromit and all my cats were present through
the healing session for Sparky. They could all see what was happening around
Sparky. The next evening, I took Sparky to the vet to have him put to sleep. My
husband came with me to say goodbye to Sparky too.
In the Vet’s surgery,
I called the Shamans yet again. The room was charged with spiritual energy as
the Shamans and some of my loved ones in spirit were present, including my Mum
and grandparents. I had never seen so many spirits present in the room. At the
precise moment of death, I saw Sparky leave his
body. The dog’s soul looked nothing like an animal. More like a purple
and black sparkling and pulsating eye, type of shape. In an instant he was
gone. All the lights in the room went dim, and then the whole room had a
feeling of calm and neutral energy. I asked the others present if they felt
anything. Both the Vet nurse and my husband said, yes, and both said they also
saw the lights all flicker. I told them that was Sparky leaving the earth. All
the spirit beings left at the same time. Sparky did leave us all with a lovely
gift when he departed too. I saw him from a tiny puppy up to his final moment.
I could see it through my third eye like watching a DVD. Sadly, our vet was too
preoccupied to witness this. He has had his own paranormal events after that
though. Now when my husband and I got home, I asked my sons if the felt or
heard anything in regards to Sparky. They both confirmed they had felt his
presence and like myself and my husband. They too were left with little visions
of him.
I knew that Gromit would go 12 months or so later, which he did. It is
not nice to know these things though. This is where the gift can become a curse.
Gromit had different health issues, so we had to make a judgment call on when
to let him go. Not a pleasant thing to do for anyone. When I took him to the
vet, my oldest son came with me, as Gromit was his dog. After leaving the vet’s
surgery we drove home in silence. But lo and behold, as soon as we drove up the
driveway, I saw Gromit rush out of the car and run up to our front door. When I
got out of the car, I turned to my son and asked him if he noticed anything
strange. To which he replied, you mean like Gromit just running up to the door
just now? I laughed and said, oh, you saw that too.
Over the past few years, I have seen both Sparky and Gromit in the house
and heard them barking. I see my mother’s dog too, when he pops in for a visit.
I have tripped over Sammy, my mother’s dog on several occasions. One that
springs to mind was, on a late-night emergency to the hospital, with a friend
that was staying with us. As soon as I opened the front door, I saw a dog run
out. I yelled to my husband, “Help, Gromit has just got out”. He called back;
Gromit was sleeping next to him. Sammy was the dog that ran out the door. Sammy
died back in March 1999. Sammy and Gromit looked similar in colour and size.
Quite often when I am asleep and out of body, my cats or my current
little dog, Ruby are with me. I really enjoy their company. I cannot bear to be
without my fur babies. They are a huge part of my life. It is also quite common
for me to see client’s pets that have passed on, and pass on loving messages to
them from their beloved fury family members. I also tune into lost pets for
clients. Mostly with happy results and being reunited fur babies and fur
parents. I too have been in the situation many years ago, when one of my cats
went missing for 3 weeks. It was heart wrenching for all the family. Lucky for
me, I just knew that I would get Tolstoy, my cat back again. I could connect to
him in dreams, but had no idea where he was though. I just knew that I would
get him back. When I did, I was over joyed. He was locked under a house that
had just been vacated. He was thin and very hungry. His voice was so
feint when I called out to him from over the fence of the house. I could
see his tag on his collar shine in the sun light, at the wooden gate, under the
house. So, I rushed in to the garden and rescued him. I will never forget that
day ever. Thankfully now we have a big cat run and none of our cats
are in any danger of being lost or worse. The pain of losing a pet is
unbearable for me.
Copyright Alex Fulford November 2014
