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interesting story. Her dog had died but one day as she was
rushing to answer the phone she had to step over the dog
who was sleeping in his favorite place. It took her a
moment to realize that the dog had died yet there he was
back again on the kitchen floor.
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Apparently many pets who are loved by their masters return
and seek to be near the love that surrounded them for so
long.
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In this first story you may need a tissue. | |
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INTERVENTION FOR A COLT
by Chris |
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This is a story with a different sort of intervention. It isn't with
people, it is with animals, horses to be specific. I raise draft
horses in Upstate NY and never in all my years of raising
horses have I ever seen anything like this!
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It was in the summer, three years ago. I had a mare here
who had just weaned her baby (motherhood was not her
favorite occupation) and her milk supply had long dried up.
A few pastures over there was an older brood mare, one I
had acquired as a rescue and who had come from a very
abusive home. Dixie also had had a baby a few weeks
before and she loved being a mother.
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Well, Dixie became ill very quickly. In the afternoon she only
had a slight temperature but by night time she was having
seizures and the vet couldn't find the cause. Her baby was
confused because Mom couldn't feed him or care for him
now. She was just too sick. The vet, not knowing what else
to do for Dixie overdosed her on medications and left for
her next appointment. Not knowing that Dixie was
overdosed I just assumed she was feeling better. She
called the other horses over to the fence and she seemed
to be saying she felt better, when in fact she was saying
goodbye. She couldn't get to the mare, Kristie) in the far
paddock but she stood at the fence looking at her and
calling. Kristie is that same mare who had weaned her
baby weeks before but she stood at the fence looking at her
and calling.
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It was strange. When Dixie had made her rounds and
seemed to have finished talking to the other horses she
walked to the center of her own pasture and simply laid
down quietly and closed her eyes. She was gone in less
than a minute. Her baby sniffed his mother then walked
away and stood in the corner of the pasture with his back to
her, alone.
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It was the saddest thing I have ever seen. I was crushed of
course to lose my friend but very afraid too because I had
no idea how I was going to save this baby. He couldn't eat
solid food and he refused a bottle. All of a sudden Kristie,
two pastures away started calling to the baby. She paced
the fence and kept looking at him as if she were telling him
to come. I thought, "ok, why not, at least he won't be lonely. I
led the baby into Kristie's pasture.
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I will never forget this as long as I live. Kristie had tears
running down her huge face and out of her bag dripped
milk, something she hadn't had for weeks. It took awhile for
the baby to nurse but he had been awhile without food and
was starving. Kristie, who didn't particularly like her OWN
baby nursing, adopted this orphan and cared for him for
months. She was kinder to him than she had been to her
own and she produced milk for him until he was old
enough to wean.
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I believe Dixie asked Kristie to care for her baby and
although this story sounds a little strange I swear it is true
and I thank God I could witness it for it truly was a miracle!
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Chris
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LITTLE BIRD ANGEL
by Regina Rouge |
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As a child I always believed in angels. My grandmother
would tell me all kinds of stories about them. She would
always tell me I was safe because angels are always
watching over us. Some how I knew she was right.
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The day my grandmother's bird died we were looking at
pictures. This was my first death experience. I was about
ten spending my summer with my grandparents. We came
across a picture of her little bird. His name was Sugar. My
grandmother really loved this bird. He would sing to her
every morning. She said he sung like an angel. I loved how
her face would light up when Sugar would sit on her
shoulder and give her little kisses on her cheeks. He really
made her happy. She was going to miss him dearly.
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My grandfather and I buried Sugar in the backyard in a
metal locked box. My grandmother did not want some cat
digging him up and eating him. He was about three feet
deep. We made a little head stone for him out of wood. Only
the best for grandmother's sweety.
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When the sun started to rise we heard a cry from my
grandmother's room. My grandfather and I rushed in to see
what happened. My grandmother was crying, but a happy
cry. She told us she was woken by Sugar. I was really
confused. Sugar came to her and was kissing her cheeks.
When she opened her eyes he flew into the hands of a little
boy angel. The angel had soft blonde curls around his face.
She said he was very young and beautiful. The angel told
her that he was taking Sugar to Heaven and not to worry.
Sugar would always be with her watching over her.
Whenever she heard birds singing she knows how much
he loved her and appreciated her love. Then Sugar started
to sing really softly and they disappeared.
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My grandfather and I were amazed. We got dressed and
ran outside. Everything looked fine, but my grandfather
started to dig up the box. I was so nervous and could not
understand why we had to open the box. To our surprise
the only thing left in the box was the cloth we wrapped
Sugar in. Then from the birdbath we heard a bunch of
chubby birds singing and splashing away.
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I knew from this day there really were angels and a
Heaven. Whenever I see little birds singing and splashing
in the puddles a warm feeling of security comes over me.
Angels are really all around us.
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We have a very close relationship with my grandmother.
She now tells Danielle the stories about angels. My
grandfather has since become an angel watching over us.
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Regina Rouge | |
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THE LOVE OF MISS MURPHY
by Sheri Pherigo |
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Miss Murphy was the first cat my daughter had. She came
to our doorstep one day and we adopted her. We all got
attached to her even our two dogs loved her! She was so
tiny I think that our poodle thought she might have been her
pup!
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Miss Murphy was named after an old maid school teacher I
had. I even spell it like she did. MM was white and had long
hair. She was beautiful. She died in my arms of an
aneurysm. I cried all night. Calvin felt awful and held me all
night. What a guy! We buried Miss Murphy with the three
bells she wore around her neck.
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Shortly after we lost Miss Murphy I got another cat for us.
Her name was Sadie.
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Miss Murphy had not been gone long when I had a vision
but before that I felt her presence, I could hear her bells.
Yes, Sadie had A BELL but MM had three bells on her
collar. I awoke to what felt like Sadie jumping in bed. I
looked over and against our shades I saw her silhouette.
We keep the back lights on because it is so dark in that
particular area. These lights shining through helped me to
see Sadie's silhouette, or what I thought was her
silhouette. She was walking on Calvin so I went to shoo her
off and poof, she was gone. That was the moment that
Sadie chose to come prancing into the room. I was
astounded as it hit me that Miss Murphy had just paid us a
visit. Bless her heart!
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Now once in a while I still hear her and at times I feel her
paws on my thigh while I type or her paws on my arm.
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I do miss Miss Murphy. I love Sadie dearly but I think our
pets are all special.
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Sheri
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THE PINK HEART
by Linda |
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A year ago August my dog Moe died. Moe a.k.a. Moses (as
he was later called) was part Belgium Shepard/Collie on
his mother's side and part Husky on his father's side. He
was the largest of the 10 pups born in the neighborhood.
The kids in the neighborhood called him Chubbs while he
was still at home with his doggie mom.
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He came to live with me and became Moe. He was my best
friend. He had allergies, and had to learn how to blow his
nose (I taught him that). He knew where the tissue box was
and would walk over to it and woof.
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Well the day after his eleventh birthday, I came home from
work and he was acting a little strange. Sort of
disorganized. We went to bed that night, Moe, me, and
Tundra, my other dog.
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About 1 a.m. Tundra woke me up. MOE WAS DEAD! There
was a patch of blood near his mouth.
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In the morning my boyfriend and I took Moe to be cremated.
We went to the store for rug cleaner, so I could erase that
patch of blood. The rug cleaner was a foaming acting
cleaner that I sprayed on and let sit and then scrubbed.
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Well the whole time I was doing this I was crying my heart
out, rubbing this way and rubbing that way. Spraying more
... more rubbing. More crying.
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When I blotted up all the foam, all that was left from the
blood stain was a perfect pink heart. (I'm tearful now as I
write this.)
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I believe Moe sent me a message that he loved me too.
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Linda & Tundra
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Linda Adds:
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Sometimes we see messages where perhaps nothing is
written; sometimes we see a message that has no
explanation and can only remain a mystery for us to hold in
our hearts.
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Our loved ones look in on us and fuss over us and try to
help us at times as is demonstrated in these next two
stories:
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I'M STILL WITH YOU
by Dee |
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For as long as I can remember, my Great Grandmother
was a child care giver. There were always children at her
house. She kept an extra bed in her dining room for those
who had to stay all night.
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One morning, she was making that extra bed after the kids
got up. She had just finished and pushed the bed up
against the wall. When she stood up, her mother (who had
passed away) was standing there. She never said a word,
was only there a second, then she was gone.
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She also appeared at the same time, on the same day to
another family member in a town about 40 miles from
where my Great Grandmother lived.
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Sometimes, they only want us to know they are still with us.
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Dee
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BALANCING ACT
by Carriann |
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This happened around Christmas 1999. We were in the
process of emptying the house that my mom and her
brothers had grown up in. It was built in 1954 and 2 weeks
after my mom was born, they moved in. It still stands to this
day but it looks completely different on the outside than
what it used to.
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We had a huge pile of laundry that needed to be done, and I
volunteered to go to the house by myself to get it done. We
live in an apartment and the laundry room we have can't fit
the big loads we needed. I had taken my cd player with me
to listen to music as I waited for the clothes to be done.
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I turned on the radio almost as loud as it can go, and if you
were thinking that I was singing and jumping around the
house like a raving lunatic, then you guessed right. I was in
the dining room next to the couch. For some reason I got
the urge to stand on the arm of the couch. I don't know why I
did it, but I did.
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As I was standing, I felt hands on my hips as if to help
balance me. I think it was mom mom. It didn't feel like the
size of her hands. They felt like smaller hands, and her
hands were big. Maybe it was her, but I know that I wasn't
alone that night.
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Carriann
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