I have always loved animals, a real deep
love for them. Ever since I was a small child I just related to them. Dogs, I
just worshiped them. I would look right into their eyes with love and
excitement.
I had a very strong bond with my
grandmother’s dog. She got him when I was 7, just after my grandfather died.
Well from the first moment I set eyes on him, that was me hooked. We had a very
strong bond. Pooch, as she called him would always wait at the front door when
he knew that I was coming to the house. We sort of hung out if you like.
One morning when I was about 15, I woke up
from a dream in which my gran’s dog was present. In the dream, I was just
leaving my gran’s house, on a regular visit with my parents. As I was going out
the door, I told Pooch to get up on his chair at the window, to see me off. As
he did, I noticed he was limping. He held up his front right paw. I told my
gran, Pooch was holding his paw up. He must have hurt it. She said, “Oh, he
must have hurt it in a fight”.
Well the following Saturday afternoon, just
as I was leaving my grans house, this actually happened.
I told my parents about it. They didn’t
seem to be that interested though. This
was the first of many dreams that were to come over the years. A few years
late, when living in Sydney Australia, I had a neighbours’ dog that used to
visit. He was a little Silky terrier. I have no idea how old he was. He first
appeared on New Year’s morning about 1983. We didn’t know his name, so we
called him Angus. This dog became a regular visitor to our house. I do not
recall how long he visited us for. A few months I think. Then one morning I
woke up after seeing him in a dream. In the dream he was standing at the front
door as usual. But in the dream there was a white mist around him. He told me
that he has to go away. I felt so sad at him leaving. When I woke up I was
upset about Angus leaving. I informed my parents of the dream. This time they
listened to me. My mum just knew that this was indeed Angus leaving us. We all
missed him for a long time after that.
In recent years, I have had many animals
come to me in dreams, for one reason or another. I also see Animals in spirit
often. I see them more solid than I do humans for some reason. I just put that
down to pure love for animals. With my own fur babies, I have a strong psychic
bond. They tell me when I should be home from shopping or visiting friends.
When they are outside and want back indoors they send me a mental image. As
soon as I go to the door, sure enough there is one of them waiting to get in. I
had a Jack Russell called Sparky, he passed a few years ago. When he was ill, I
called in the Shaman spirits, to help him cross over. My other little dog,
Gromit and all my cats were present through the healing session for Sparky.
They could all see what was happening around Sparky. The next evening I took
Sparky to the vet to have him put to sleep. My husband came with me to say
goodbye to Sparky too.
In the Vet’s surgery, I called the Shamans yet again. The room was charged with spiritual energy as the Shamans and some of my loved ones in spirit were present, including my Mum and grandparents. I had never seen so many spirits present in the room. At the precise moment of death, I saw Sparky leave his
body. The dog’s soul looked nothing like an
animal. More like a purple and black sparkling and pulsating eye, type of
shape. In an instant he was gone. All the lights in the room went dim, and then
the whole room had a feeling of calm and neutral energy. I asked the others
present if they felt anything. Both the Vet nurse and my husband said, yes, and
both said they also saw the lights all flicker. I told them that was Sparky
leaving the earth. All the spirit beings left at the same time. Sparky did
leave us all with a lovely gift when he departed too. I saw him from a tiny
puppy up to his final moment. I could see it through my third eye like watching
a DVD. Sadly our vet was too preoccupied to witness this. He has had his own
paranormal events after that though. Now when my husband and I got home, I
asked my sons if the felt or heard anything in regards to Sparky. They both
confirmed they had felt his presence and like myself and my husband. They too
were left with little visions of him.
I knew that Gromit would go 12 months or so
later, which he did. It is not nice to know these things though. This is where
the gift can become a cures. Gromit had different health issues, so we had to
make a judgment call on when to let him go. Not a pleasant thing to do for any
one. When I took him to the vet, my oldest son came with me, as Gromit was his
dog. After leaving the vet’s surgery we drove home in silence. But lo and
behold, as soon as we drove up the driveway, I saw Gromit rush out of the car
and run up to our front door. When I got out of the car, I turned to my son and
asked him if he noticed anything strange. To which he replied, you mean like
Gromit just running up to the door just now? I laughed and said, oh, you saw
that too.
Over the past few years I have seen both
Sparky and Gromit in the house and heard them barking. I see my mother’s dog
too, when he pops in for a visit. I have tripped over Sammy, my mother’s dog on
several occasions. One that springs to mind was, on a late night emergency to
the hospital, with a friend that was staying with us. As soon as I opened the
front door, I saw a dog run out. I yelled to my husband, “Help, Gromit has just
got out”. He called back, Gromit was sleeping next to him. Sammy was the dog
that ran out the door. Sammy died back in March 1999. Sammy and Gromit looked
similar in colour and size.
Quite often when I am asleep and out of
body, my cats or my current little dog, Ruby are with me. I really enjoy their
company. I cannot bear to be without my fur babies. They are a huge part of my
life. It is also quite common for me to see client’s pets that have passed on,
and pass on loving messages to them from their beloved fury family members. I
also tune into lost pets for clients. Mostly with happy results and being
reunited fur babies and fur parents. I too have been in the situation many
years ago, when one of my cats went missing for 3 weeks. It was heart wrenching
for all the family. Lucky for me, I just knew that I would get Tolstoy, my cat
back again. I could connect to him in dreams, but had no idea where he was
though. I just knew that I would get him back. When I did I was over joyed. He
was locked under a house that had just been vacated. He was thin and very
hungry. His voice was so feint when I
called out to him from over the fence of the house. I could see his tag on his
collar shine in the sun light, at the wooden gate, under the house. So I rushed
in to the garden and rescued him. I will never forget that day ever. Thankfully now we have a big cat run and none
of our cats are in any danger of being lost or worse. The pain of losing a pet
is unbearable for me.
Copyright Alex Fulford November 2014
