CHAT MIL on hospice. Comment on her dawg

33dInd

33dInd

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So
MIL(96) is on hospice
Just a matter of days
Dementia
Pneumonia
Blood clots

But
We have had her in nursing home three years
Wife and I have been caring for her dog in this time
Yorkie. 15 years of age. Blind now. Deaf as well. Decrepit
Tuesday night she went into her cage. Curled up on her pad and passed away

Yesterday. MIL woke up for a bit
She asked about her dog by name (Mandy jo)
And said she dreamt of her and hoped she was okay
MIL has not mentioned the dog in over a year

This was about the same time I was burying the dog

Me thinks the dog spirit visited MIL in that realm the dying go to before they pass
We have seen the dying talking to deceased love ones just before they passed

Just thought I would post this
God is good
 
I was very close to my grandmother. She raised me as if I were her youngest child, and not her grandchild.

In the summer semester of 1989, I had a part time job tutoring math in a remedial college math lab. In that capacity, I would jump from one student to another, helping them with their studies. I was usually very busy. No time for myself.

My husband and I knew Granny was not doing well (at age 94), and we had traveled the 500 miles to go see her just that past weekend.

It was now Monday, and it was back to work day. But for some reason, my husband decided to call in to his own work place asking for a ”mental health day,” so he could accompany me to my own workplace. He just had a feeling that he could not explain, but he just felt like I did not need to be alone that day.

So he just sat around the math lab with nothing to do, while I jumped like a Mexican Jumping Bean from one student to the next.

Even though I was extremely busy with freshman math students needing help, about 11;30 I felt a distinctive, dark, chilling cloud that I could not shake off, no matter what I did. It was distinctive, and I had to fight through the gloomy cloud to do my job.

Then, I guess about 1pm, the mysterious cloud vanished. Totally lifted off my shoulders. . Nothing had changed in the lab or with my role as a tutor, but I felt good. Wonderful.

The cloud had lifted as suddenly as it had appeared, and a sense of spiritual sunshine replaced the gloom.

Not too long after that, a bored husband decided to get on the center’s telephone and call his parents. (This is in the days before we had cellphones.)

Now, understand, he was a “Junior.” He shared the same name as his father.

My mother was trying to contact me from another state, but I was at work, and she did not have that number.

She called the Information Operator (411) and ask them for my husband’s number, but they gave her my FIL‘s number instead.

So she called my FIL, thinking she was getting my husband, and she delivered the news.

Granny had died.

She went into respiratory distress around 11:30, I learned later, and passed somewhere around 1 pm.

My mom called my FIL to tell him around 1;15 pm or so.

Just a few minutes later, my husband decided to call his own Dad from the university lab’s telephone.

By about 1:30pm, I knew my grandmother was dead even though I was busy at work, and my mom would never have known that.

More importantly, I figured out why I felt that unusual gloom beginning around 11:30, a cloud that finally lifted around 1pm.

Despite being hard at work in a job that involved alot of interpersonal encounters and mental concentration, I felt my grandmother‘s struggle as she passed.

And I felt her joy when she had finally made it to the other side.
 
I was 6 months pregnant and camping at Big Bend National Park. For some reason a troop of small javelinas chased me up on the picnic table and every time I tried to get down the little beasties would run around the table and I swear to this day they were laughing at me.

Eventually i finally laughed and told them to scramble that I needed to go to the bathroom. And believe it or not they took off. Still laughing of course.

The next day I called my mom after getting a note left at our campsite by the Rangers. My grandfather had passed away about the same time that those little beasties had been having their fun. My grandfather loved to prank us grandkids. That’s my only explanation. And I’m sticking to it. I figured one of these days. I’ll get to ask granddaddy if he had pulled that off. Just to say goodbye.
 
Grandpa died at home, heart attack. For a month after, I saw him, sensed him, standing, walking around the house. He looked right at me several times.

When I go upstairs to me and my deceased husbands room, I still feel him there. It's oppressive. I can hear him crying and ranting about what happened to him. Like he used to do when he didn't want to go to the hospital.
It's nowhere else in the house or outside. I only have that in that room.
 
Along the lines of dreams-one day I had, shall we say, a frank exchange of views with a girlfriend. I didn't say anything BAD, but I was forceful. That night Mom was in a dream, brandishing a wooden spoon (like any good Italian mother...) and saying, "REMEMBER-I'm right upstairs and I can hear EVERY WORD YOU SAY."
 
Cardinal said:
My dad told me that the night his mother passed, she appeared to him in a dream, and said to him, "I'm leaving, Donny."
I think my dad was her favorite (of 3 sons).
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I've heard of that happening several times. Also, about the dog: when my 14-year-old dog passed, I thought I could hear her in her crate that night flapping her ears. I told a friend, and she believes that when they first pass over, they don't know where else to go.
 
33dInd said:
I am glad I shared our happening
Thanks to so many others who are sharing theirs
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many many thanks for sharing your experience with MIL and her dog - and thanks to the rest of you here who've also shared their experiences with us . . .

I would respectfully ask that EACH OF YOU who've shared your experiences above re post them to one of the following two threads. people who have lost family and beloved companion animals derive a great deal of comfort reading about the experiences of others that are able to share documentary evidence that there is "something more beyond this and the pain of my loss" . . . sharing your experience is very helpful. the beauty of it all is that all that's required is to expend the effort to CUT and PASTE what you've already written above . . . many thanks
RM

Evidence Of Our Pets in the afterlife:
UNEX - Tales from the rainbow bridge – evidence of our pets in the afterlife

Evidence Of Our friends and Family in the afterlife:

UNEX - Tales of People Crossing Over - Evidence of Our Friends/Family in the After Life
 
Raggedyman said:
many many thanks for sharing your experience with MIL and her dog - and thanks to the rest of you here who've also shared their experiences with us . . .

I would respectfully ask that EACH OF YOU who've shared your experiences above re post them to one of the following two threads. people who have lost family and beloved companion animals derive a great deal of comfort reading about the experiences of others that are able to share documentary evidence that there is "something more beyond this and the pain of my loss" . . . sharing your experience is very helpful. the beauty of it all is that all that's required is to expend the effort to CUT and PASTE what you've already written above . . . many thanks
RM

Evidence Of Our Pets in the afterlife:
UNEX - Tales from the rainbow bridge – evidence of our pets in the afterlife

Evidence Of Our friends and Family in the afterlife:

UNEX - Tales of People Crossing Over - Evidence of Our Friends/Family in the After Life
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Good suggestion
✅ and done
 
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