Wow. I had a dream several weeks ago that my friend told me his dog, Remschi, had died. I ran into him in town today and asked how he was doing. “Not good,” he answered. “My neighbors poisoned my dog.”
I stopped by his place and understood immediately that the dog wouldn’t make it. My friend was not well. Emotional and spent from caring for a dog who could not recover, he paced and panicked and paced. Every time he left the room, I thanked Rem for his life and service. “You had a special calling and you served well. You should be very proud. Thank you for bringing him comfort, purpose, and joy. You can go now. You can leave your pain. You don’t have to stay. Beautiful boy. Love him from over there.”
My friend told me that Remshi died hours after I left. I shared my conversation with the dog, apologizing that I’d given him permission to go.
“Well, it’s good you did,” my friend conceded. “I was begging him to stay.”
“I knew you were. Humans stay for their loved ones, too. Of course, you know he’s still with you.”
“I know!” My friend became very excited and shared several dreams he’s had in which he and his dog can now speak. Just then, I remembered another dream I had, days after my visit. I dreamed I was sitting on my friend’s couch. He walked in the door. Remschi followed, thin but smiling and well. “Rem,” I cried, “You’re not dead!”
(I said the exact same thing to Jeffrey two weeks after he died!) http://dreamermadwoman.blogspot.com/2011/07/element-11-2011.html
I woke up confused because I knew that dog was going to pass. “Hm,” I thought then. “Maybe he’s recovering.” I recognize now that Rem came to me himself to let me know that, sure enough, he’s right there in step with the companion who needs him.
I felt honored. I felt humble. I felt like the angels invited me to help a servant home.
My friend is at peace, happy that his beloved service dog is no longer in pain.