discussion My dead dog gave me a sign of an afterlife

[LovaticSwiftie]

I have two experiences with my dog and one of my grandmas. 


Story with my grandma:

My grandma died two years ago and it was especially hard for my mom. My grandma was 95 years old and died in her bed, surrounded by my mom and her three siblings. 
I remember seeing my grandma two weeks before she died and giving her the biggest goodbye hug when I left, because I had this feeling it might be the last time I saw her. 
My mom told my brother and I that she passed away peacefully, took two big breaths before she died and that was it. I still was heartbroken, even though I knew she lived her life to the fullest and 95 is a great age. 
So, one night, a couple of weeks after she died, I cried myself to sleep, because I really missed her. That's when she visited me in my dream. 
We were sitting in her kitchen and I was surprised to see her. I asked her what she was doing here, because she passed away. She told me, that she wanted me to know that she's okay. I asked her, if it was hurtful to die and she answered that she didn't feel a thing. She then told me that she had to go, we hugged each other and I woke up. This dream felt really real and I just know that it was her sign from the afterlife. 

 

Story with my dog: 

We got our family dog in 2009 and she was our everything. Even my father who never wanted a dog called her "My girl". 
Last year, we recognized that something was wrong with her eyes, because they were turning white. She was getting blind, but also got weird dark spots in her eyes. Two vets told us that it's normal, but we knew something was wrong. The third vet told us, that it might be a brain tumor, but they wouldn't do a MRI scan on such an old dog, because it was dangerous for to not wake up. 

For years, I've been dealing with depression and in September, I was contacted that I could start a hospitalization stay in a hospital in early October 2023 four hours away from home. I only left, because my dog was doing better. After only one week, my mom and brother called me, that my dog would be put down, because she was doing really bad. That call came on a Tuesday and I planned to come home on Saturday to be there, when my dog would be put down. Then on Wednesday I got another call, that my dog had to be put down today, because it got even worse. That meant, that I couldn't make it home in time to hold her one last time, smell her and give her a last hug and kiss. 
I was on FaceTime and saw when she was put down. To this day, I regret going to the hospital even though it was important for my mental health. To know, that I couldn't be there eats my up. We all still miss her and don't want another dog, because she just can't be replaced. When she was put down, it was actually the first time I ever saw my dad cry. He didn't even cry when his own mom passed away, but it all broke us to let our dog go. 
I feel like I was robbed from having another few years with our family dog, because no one could tell us what was going on with her. The regret of not being there in her last moments will probably last for the rest of my life and I will never forgive myself that I went away. I was in the hospital for another three months and when I got home, my mom, brother and I still went on walks. They both took a bigger route and I would wait for them on an old playground in the woods. On this particular day, I remember missing her like hell and sitting there on that bench on the playground listening to sad songs crying and I was asking my dog for a sign that she's okay and she'll forgive me for not being there, when I should've. It was probably five seconds later and a white feather was coming down from above me and was landing right in my lap. I couldn't believe it and haven't told anyone in my family. 
 

Also, a few weeks ago, my best friend's father passed away from a heart attack and she and I were crying together on the phone. After ending our call, I asked my dog for a sign that my friend's father was okay and made it to heaven. I was pulling up my blinds and to my shock, there was this white dove sitting on the roof of our garage looking right at me. I just know that my dog is sending me signs through white feathers/birds and just want to believe it is her. 

Edited August 8 by LovaticSwiftie

[Mr_campbell]

34 minutes ago, LovaticSwiftie said:

I have two experiences with my dog and one of my grandmas. 


Story with my grandma:

My grandma died two years ago and it was especially hard for my mom. My grandma was 95 years old and died in her bed, surrounded by my mom and her three siblings. 
I remember seeing my grandma two weeks before she died and giving her the biggest goodbye hug when I left, because I had this feeling it might be the last time I saw her. 
My mom told my brother and I that she passed away peacefully, took two big breaths before she died and that was it. I still was heartbroken, even though I knew she lived her life to the fullest and 95 is a great age. 
So, one night, a couple of weeks after she died, I cried myself to sleep, because I really missed her. That's when she visited me in my dream. 
We were sitting in her kitchen and I was surprised to see her. I asked her what she was doing here, because she passed away. She told me, that she wanted me to know that she's okay. I asked her, if it was hurtful to die and she answered that she didn't feel a thing. She then told me that she had to go, we hugged each other and I woke up. This dream felt really real and I just know that it was her sign from the afterlife. 

 

Story with my dog: 

We got our family dog in 2009 and she was our everything. Even my father who never wanted a dog called her "My girl". 
Last year, we recognized that something was wrong with her eyes, because they were turning white. She was getting blind, but also got weird dark spots in her eyes. Two vets told us that it's normal, but we knew something was wrong. The third vet told us, that it might be a brain tumor, but they wouldn't do a MRI scan on such an old dog, because it was dangerous for to not wake up. 

For years, I've been dealing with depression and in September, I was contacted that I could start a hospitalization stay in a hospital in early October 2023 four hours away from home. I only left, because my dog was doing better. After only one week, my mom and brother called me, that my dog would be put down, because she was doing really bad. That call came on a Tuesday and I planned to come home on Saturday to be there, when my dog would be put down. Then on Wednesday I got another call, that my dog had to be put down today, because it got even worse. That meant, that I couldn't make it home in time to hold her one last time, smell her and give her a last hug and kiss. 
I was on FaceTime and saw when she was put down. To this day, I regret going to the hospital even though it was important for my mental health. To know, that I couldn't be there eats my up. We all still miss her and don't want another dog, because she just can't be replaced. When she was put down, it was actually the first time I ever saw my dad cry. He didn't even cry when his own mom passed away, but it all broke us to let our dog go. 
I feel like I was robbed from having another few years with our family dog, because no one could tell us what was going on with her. The regret of not being there in her last moments will probably last for the rest of my life and I will never forgive myself that I went away. I was in the hospital for another three months and when I got home, my mom, brother and I still went on walks. They both took a bigger route and I would wait for them on an old playground in the woods. On this particular day, I remember missing her like hell and sitting there on that bench on the playground listening to sad songs crying and I was asking my dog for a sign that she's okay and she'll forgive me for not being there, when I should've. It was probably five seconds later and a white feather was coming down from above me and was landing right in my lap. I couldn't believe it and haven't told anyone in my family. 
 

Also, a few weeks ago, my best friend's father passed away from a heart attack and she and I were crying together on the phone. After ending our call, I asked my dog for a sign that my friend's father was okay and made it to heaven. I was pulling up my blinds and to my shock, there was this white dove sitting on the roof of our garage looking right at me. I just know that my dog is sending me signs through white feathers/birds and just want to believe it is her. 

Oh wow, this is such a beautiful story with the signs you have received. I know it sucks that you weren't there, but even for me being present for my dog passing, I still feel like it wasn't enough and have been beating myself up for not doing more with her in the months leading up to it.  Either way, you'd have probably regretted something - that's how grieving works.. there is no "perfect" way for someone or something to go (at least with my experience)

 

it's interesting you say your dad cried more about your dog passing, because in my experience dealing with grief I've found losing my dog to be the absolute hardest, too. It's the unconditional love and attention, their innocence ect that breaks your heart. People who say "just get another dog" or "chill it's just a dog" truly don't understand bonds between humans and dogs. It's inexplainable unless you've dealt with it. 

[Mr_campbell]

10 hours ago, magazine said:

We are gonna need some footage of that

I filmed it, but I'm not sharing it here lol. 

[welham]

Ugh I wish I didn't read this thread. Now I have to wonder if my grandpa is there while I masturbate bc I have his Keffiyeh hanged in my room 

[Mr_campbell]

10 hours ago, welham said:

Ugh I wish I didn't read this thread. Now I have to wonder if my grandpa is there while I masturbate bc I have his Keffiyeh hanged in my room