“You preserve both men and
animals, alike.” (Psalm 36:6)
I
have previously written about my dearly departed pooch, Buddy, my beautiful
white and tan Shih Tzu, and some posthumous occurrences of which she was the
subject and focus.
In
my earlier stories, I related the ‘appearance’ of my little Buddy upon my bed;
within days of her passing. No, I don’t mean to imply that she was visible. But
there could be no doubt she was present. There could be no mistaking her
presence. For you see, after I had retired to my 50 square feet of rectangular
comfort one evening, and was fading off to sleep, I sensed a weight against my
right shoulder, and then…respiration.
Of
course, I realize neither man, nor beast has an inherent need to breathe once
her, she or it have passed from this life to the next. Upon reflection, I could
only conjecture that it was the intention of the dear little creature to
provide me a couple of indicators; whereby I could be sure she had returned to
the location from whence she made her final journey. Subsequently, my precious
pooch made her way to my lower extremities, and I sensed a fifteen pound weight
against my feet; lying on her favorite pillow.
A
week later, the ethereal experience literally “put on flesh.” For you see, as I
was walking through my neighborhood one night, thinking about my little Buddy,
I saw it, or rather I saw her. For you see, as I neared my home I looked down,
and saw that precious creature, perhaps ten feet in front of me; a little white
and tan Shih Tzu.
In
the space of a couple of seconds the lovely little animal pitter-pattered
across my pathway, and into my neighbor’s yard. And then, and then the tiny
thing… seemed to evaporate into thin air.
Pt.
2
Thirteen
years have come and gone since I experienced the episodes which I have just
recounted for you. And for all I know, I may have ‘seen’ the last of my Buddy.
However, for whatever reason, it seems my little Buddy is still revealing
herself to me, as if she has a need to know, that I know she is alive and well;
at least in another dimension, or time and place unfamiliar to me.
For
you see, a few years ago I placed a decorative tile in a clearing in my back
yard; in which Buddy would regularly stretch out and sun herself. A few months
later, as I was mowing the grass, I saw a hint of blue in the distance. As I
drew nearer, I realized I was looking at a small patch of wild violets. These
beautiful flowers had sprung up around the tile I had left there to memorialize
my precious pooch. And strangely enough, these lovely buds were nowhere else to
be found; except on that spot where little Buddy used to “gather rays.”
And
I am pleased to tell you that that patch of wild violets still graces the sunny
space to which my little Buddy so often resorted. And as you might imagine, I
purposely mow around the decorative tile, and the wild blue violets which
brighten that sunny spot.
And
then, then the other night, as I prepared to lay down, I stepped into my
bedroom, and… a flood of the loveliest scent I think I have ever experienced
startled my nostrils. And immediately, I knew. I just knew. (Did I mention my
bed is just feet away from the place to which my little Buddy would so often
resort, and where those beautiful blue blossoms continue to flourish)?
I
cannot account for Buddy’s apparent need to reveal herself to me on a sporadic
basis. (However, I’m glad she has apparently chosen to do so). And whereas some
have mused that both men and animals, alike, having passed from this life, have
earned a well-deserved rest… I like to think she will continue her infrequent
visits.
Something tells me I haven’t seen the last of my dear little
Buddy.
by William McDonald, PhD. Copyright pending. 2019
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