What have I been up to this week? Apart from working, very little. There was one thing that stood out, however, and it is worthy of relating. It was the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.
To be more accurate it was shortly after five a.m., but still dark. I had been lying awake in bed for a while, wrestling with that dilemma we all face on occasion: I really needed the bathroom but I didn’t want to leave my warm, comfortable bed.
I don’t know how long I lay there, pondering the problem, but suddenly I was no longer alone. Something climbed onto the bed. I felt the weight of this visitor as it leaned over me, trying to push a wet nose under the duvet. It was my dog, Harry. This knowledge engendered a number of conflicting emotions because Harry has been dead for over four months.
I was happy, astonished, a little scared. On one hand, I was glad I always sleep under the duvet so I couldn’t see anything – if there had been anything to see – but, on the other hand, I longed to reach out and touch my sorely missed and beloved companion.
Harry settled next to me as he always did when he was alive. I saw him clearly in my mind’s eye but all I could do was lie there, completely awestruck. Suddenly the weight lifted and he was gone.
I have to say this is the second time my sweet dog has been back to let me know he’s still around, but the first time it happened I was paralysed with fear and in a strange alternative reality, not sure if it was real or not. The second visitation, however, confirmed it. This time I was wide awake. It wasn’t a dream.
After Harry left, I got up and went to the bathroom. I didn’t go back to sleep at all, just lay in bed, thinking about what I had just experienced, until the alarm went off. I had been missing Harry all week. Wherever he is now he had picked up on it and dropped by to remind me that we can never lose anybody, not even an animal. They have merely moved to a new state of being and one day we’ll join them.
It takes a great deal of energy and effort for a spirit to manifest strongly enough to physically interact with our material world. So thank you, Harry, for this demonstration of love.