I went through a phase of seeing nothing but cats running up walls and birds flying around my bedroom - all astral or ghostly in nature - but they looked real nonetheless. They didn't do anything. They just chilled out in my bedroom 

I've seen cats for a while... or thought I've seen cats. They were chilling out in my room, too.  Just sitting in the bed.  I'd see them, turn around and I'd think, "I don't have a cat!" and when I'd look back, they were gone.

I had a Siberian Huskey/German Shepherd mix when I was in Seventh Grade. One ice blue iris earned his name. He was my shadow, I would often disappear into the wood for several days back then, and he never left my side. He was a gaurdian. Once, I came home from school and he was nowhere to be found. My parents tried to convince me that he had probably found a mate and would be back, but I wasn't buying it. Three days of searching transpired and I finally gave in. I returned home, defeated.

When I opened the door, much to my surprise, I was greeted by a slobbering mass of giddy dog flesh that I thought I would never have the privilege of being grossed out by again. Already knocked to the floor, we stayed there and wrestled until I heard him unleash a terrifying yelp. Stunned, I ran my hands over him as he laid at my side. I notice, what I thought to be a stick poking out of his ribs. Yelling for my father to come take a look, I tried to pull. It wouldn't budge. Blue just whimpered. One tough Dog. Dad,went and retrieved a pair of plyers from the garage and tried again to remove it. About five inches later we realized just how bad the situation really was. My parents couldn't afford a vet, and the resistance of the arrow meant it had to be a broadhead. This was the last time my Father ever loaded his rifle.


A week later, as I was walking through our little burgh in the middle of a warm summer night. There was a big full moon. I sat down across the road from the general store and thought back to all the time Blue and I shared together. I looked at the moon and told him how much I loved and missed him. At that moment, the warm breath that eminated from a heavy pant touched my neck. I only sat and listened and felt it. I was afraid that if I tried to see him, if I turned to look, he would be gone forever. We sat there for what seemed like hours. Then he was gone. This was the only time I had an experience like that. And I hope it will remain so. Losing him nearly killed me. But finding him again under the moon that night granted me a life I might have never believed real. My faith in the beyond, and drive to understand it, hinge on that one beautiful, exquisite, perfect...moment in time.

Thank You!

That is a wonderful story, Bulal.  I'm glad that you were able to be around him again.

Bulal, what a beautiful story. To receive the unconditional love of an animal is such a privilege. Blue must have loved you so much to come back and let you know he was OK.