Baldur

It's been over a year since I've been on here, submitting a story. Tissue warning. This is probably the hardest story I have written.

Since my last story I had been seeing an entity I thought was my grandfather or my father in-law. I soon realized that it could be neither because I wasn't getting that warm fuzzy feeling I get when either are around and I only saw it's back like it didn't want me to see it. I don't even know if the entity was male or female to be honest.

My basement steps have no hand rails as my husband took them down years ago because the old ones were absolutely dangerous. I've asked my husband to put them back up since my back surgery last year. But he said it is easier to bring large things down into the basement without them. I had never fallen down the stairs and he really didn't want me down there too much, no more up and down those steps he would tell me. But that all changed soon after seeing this entity.

One day I was about to go up the stairs and changed my mind because I needed something from the basement. I have been having a problem with my left knee for some time and it locked up on me when I tried to step down to the next step. I yelled for my husband because my back then locked up and I was in for a fall and I wanted him to try to stop me from falling. Rather than fall straight down the stairs which would have been preferable because I was on the 4th step from the bottom, I fell through where the handrail should have been. I don't know how I avoided hitting my head on a dresser that was in my fall path but at any rate I landed more than 6 from the basement stairs. My husband who just stood there asked me why I did that. I said I called you for help and because there was no handrail to stop my fall.

A few other odd things happened the following week but I brushed them off. Then a week after my first fall on the stairs I was talking to my sons in the basement and when I was walking up the steps in my work boots the right boot slipped off of the steps and I went down on my belly until I again went flying through the hole and landed on my back more than 6 feet away from the stairs. There are too many things that I SHOULD have hit and should NOT have landed so far away from the stairs. My older son came running to help me up but I still was winded and hadn't moved yet. My other son and I have a way to pick me up if I fall, get knocked down by a dog etc. When I started to get around to moving he helped me up my older son made a nervous joke about how much air I got so maybe I landed further than I thought. Quite honestly it felt more like something pushed me the first time and something flipped me the second time.

This all happened last May I think in the middle of the month because it was still chilly. The last week in May was the start of a bad heat wave. All of my dogs were panting like crazy because they had not yet shed their winter coats fully. Baldur was 145 pounds, Kaia, his mom weighed 150, his brothers were Otter 138, & Moose 135. Dad, Loki was 100. Baldur rarely showed his puppy side but was hysterical when he did. He was panting heavier than the others and I wanted to take him to the vet (I can't take any of the dogs to the vet by myself because of my back) but my husband told me he was just bigger, the next day he was worse and came up to me and buried his head into my lap which for those who don't know is one way of dogs letting you know they don't feel well.

He started coughing the next day. I called my husband and informed him that I was going to take Baldur to the vet. Again he told me to wait, so I agonized. Friday my husband came home early and I thought he would take Baldur to the vet, no he said he would bring him in Saturday morning.

I knew this dog was close to death and all I could do is cry. My adult children and I stayed up all night worrying about him. Around 4 A.M. He let out a loud yelp, coughed, then collapsed fluid coming out of his mouth. My husband had hurriedly gotten dressed to take him to the Emergency Vet. When he came out I angrily told him he was too late Baldur was gone.

Later that morning I called my vets office to see if they would take care of his remains. I have been a client of theirs for almost 34 years so they were very accommodating, I asked to talk to a vet and they told me that Mike a vet tech would talk to me. I told him all of the symptoms including a high fever. He said that Baldur presented with congestive heart failure and even if I had gotten him there by Thursday there would be nothing they could do. I looked angrily at my husband and said that at the very least we could have had him humanely euthanized.

My son does a warding prayer every night and I also do so when I get bad feelings. My last story was about being in a sort of limbo when I had my last back surgery and I felt like I was floating towards my families voices to come home but something felt like an anchor and it pulled me back. When I kept seeing that being and had those two weird falls I felt like death may have been around because death is neither good nor evil so no amount of warding could keep it out. When it failed to get me I feel it took Baldur because the being left after Baldur died.

Regards Red