These are my true accounts of what happened to me after my beloved dog Yabba died. I felt compelled to tell my story to those people that are suffering with the loss of their furry companions to try to give them some comfort and hope in knowing that death is not the end, but a transition. I hope with all my heart and soul, my story will touch that special someone who is grief stricken with their loss and give them some peace and understanding.
My dog Yabba died on August 30th 2011. She was 11 days shy of her 17th birthday. She and I were inseparable; we had an unspoken bond of love and understanding. She was my rock and the love of my life aside from my son.
Yabba survived breast cancer, two knee surgeries and pancreatic surgery. After her breast cancer she was given one year to live due to the fact that the vet expected it to return. That was in 2006. She was my little miracle dog. She lived a long and happy life regardless of the problems she had.
On 8/30/2011 I woke up and found my beloved passed. She looked so peaceful and so beautiful. She died in her sleep. I was crushed. My body ached with pain and sorrow and even though she was old, and I knew it was coming, I just couldn't let it go. I had to try to reach out to her. I began calling out her name, while taking pictures hoping I could get just a glimpse of her. Well on the second shot, I caught a picture that to me looks like a dog. I hope I can post it at the end of my story. After that, I made a memorial where she used to lay. I put her toys, a rosary and a Jesus candle. I spoke to her every day, as if she was still here.
Well... One day, I took out her ball and said "Yabba, here's your ball, come on let's play". The ball moved! It was sitting still on the floor and rolled. Then it happened again. As I squatted down in disbelief, I felt something brush past my leg and I not only felt a tap on my arm, but I heard it. I was so stunned. I got a little freightend at first but then realized, maybe its Yabba.
That night as I was going to sleep, I felt something bite my big toe. It was ever so gentle. I specifically remember feeling teeth on top and on the bottom. I literally had to pull my foot back towards me because I was like what the heck is that!
I know in my heart, that my Yabba came back to let me know she is still with me, alive somehow in another dimension, and is ok. It was just one thing after another that never happened to me before.
I am eternally grateful that my Yabba was able to make contact with me to let me know she is still here and very much alive in spirit. I believe our immense love for each other helped to facilitate contact. So to all those people who have lost a beloved pet, I'm sure somehow, some way, your beloved will let you know they are still with you. Have hope and most importantly, believe... And expect.