Ok some of you will just think it's stupid!! But my dog died a while ago, he was about seventeen years old and had athritus, was deaf and probably a little blind. He kept having strokes so in the end we had to put him down. Well anyway, when he was alive he used to always run into things like bins in our shed. I walked in to the shed the other day and the bins were just falling over.Just like something had ran into. It wasn't a windy day or anything and they are pretty strong bins so they wouldn't just fall over......What's your opinion??
Ok, I do believe there are ghost. I don't know if our pets come back to visit or not, but I do know that people do visit after they die. I dreamed about my dobie showing up in my back yard for years after she died and I know that I have pets in heaven waiting for me. Go ahead and call me crazy. Alot of people have.
I wish my beloved dogs gave me a sign like you had with the bins. It's nice and comforting to think they may be trying to communicate with you. I am still waiting for my dogs to give me a message. Until they do I do not believe in ghosts or the afterlife.
A visiting preacher once said animals are not in heaven but I beg to differ. I know all my beloved pets are in heaven waiting for me. As for the ghost part, not sure if that is true but maybe God's way of letting you know your pet was still with you, in your heart.
Mommy to Thelma and Louise (dogs), Larry, Sam, Rescue (cats), Logan (RIP) (hamster) and Charlie (dog).
I don't know the answer to your question but I believe they can be. I wanted to share this story with you.
THE REUNION by James Colasanti, Jr.
I was leaving on a 5:35am plane. My fully packed airline bag lay open on the bed waiting for my toiletries. Before I could include them and zip up the enclosure, Bella, our year-old beagle snatched my bundled white socks. The ensuing tug-of-war resulted in a hole large enough for my big toe to poke through. "Bella, give those back!" I yelled causing her to release her booty. I threw them into my bag and zippered away. Bella was the newest addition to our household -- an unsaleable Beagle thrown on the street by a breeder due to a "crook" in her tail. I was on my way to the North to my 40th high school reunion and I knew Sam, my housemate, would have his hands full caring for the 17 dogs who shared our house. Not that the dogs misbehaved (except for Bella) or were destructive (except for Bella) -- it was just that a lot of our dogs were getting up there in age. We have two 21 year-old dogs: Dagwood, a blonde long-haired Dachshund-Terrier mix, and Dobie, a black and tan miniature Doberman-Terrier mix. Both are small dogs and very blind and partially deaf. But both still eat like troopers, with what few teeth they have remaining. To wake Dagwood I have to "stomp" on the floor. The vibrations alert him that it is time to go out. Dobie is the more agile of the two but only has one eye left and he can't really see out of it. Joey, our black curly-coated Retriever, was taking antibiotics for his teeth, and being 16 he was also having trouble eating. Joseph, our black and tan 3-legged hound dog who is also 16, was having trouble standing and going up and down the steps due to the arthritis that had settled in his hip. At the airport I told Sam, "Don't call me if something happens. I will be too far away to do anything and I trust your judgement. Just handle it." I arrived at my friend's house up North and settled in for the night. Exhausted from the various flights and from running through the airports to make departures, I slept like a log. I rolled over on the bed and there to my surprise was 3-legged Joseph. "Joseph," I said. "What are you doing on the bed? You know we are guests here and you can't be up on the furniture!" At home, the dogs have the run of the house. Then I said to him, "Joseph, give me 'the foot.'" Joseph would then stand up on his two back legs and give me his left, and only, front foot to shake. It was his only trick. His paw brushing against my hand startled me from my deep sleep. I realized Joseph's visit had only been a dream. I called home that morning and asked Sam, "Is everything okay?" After a very long pause, he said, "Yes." I hung up to ready myself for the day ahead and said to my friends, "I think something must have happened at home. There was just too long of a gap with Sam's reply." At the airport back home, while collecting my bag from the luggage terminal, I asked Sam, "Who passed away?" Sam replied, "Joseph." "I know," I said. "He made me his last stop to say goodbye on his way to heaven."
POSTSCRIPT: My friends up North sent me a card with this verse by an unknown author:
So this is where we part, My Friend, And you'll run on around the bend, Gone from sight but not from mind, New pleasures there you'll surely find. I will go on, I'll find the strength, Life measures quality, not its length. One long embrace before you leave, Share one last look, before I grieve. There are others, that much is true, But they be they and they aren't you. And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought Will remember well all you've taught. Your place I'll hold, you will be missed, The fur I stroked, the nose I kissed. And as you go to your final rest, Take with you this -- I loved you best.
-- James Colasanti, Jr. <onegooddog1 at bellsouth.net>
I don't believe that dogs become actual ghosts, that's kind of silly if you think about it. The books I have read indicate that only low-down human beings become ghosts, in other words, bad people. Good people continue to grow and become higher spirits which earth beings cannot see but may sense. There's really no such thing as bad dogs and good dogs. I believe that perhaps dogs and pets go to their own special place but things I have read say that dogs don't have souls (they can't think like humans) so they don't go to any heaven. It's hard to believe that, but in a way it makes sense. I guess we won't know the true answer until we die ourselves and find out.
That's awesome that your dog is their with you. You should be happy. They do have souls and they never leave you. My dog always stuck by my side everywhere I went and when he sensed danger or saw someone he didn't like he always got so close he would rub his body against mine to assure safety. Until this day, 10 yrs later, I still feel the rub. I'm aware!
I have a little kitten that's 5 mnts old and he's a Flame Point Balinese/Manx. Oh, what a hotty he is and he knows it too. He does back flips when he's not flipping his toys, he'll tap you with his
WileyBlaze that made me cry like a baby, there is never tissues when you need them. I don't know if that story touched anyone else but it did me. The first pet I had was a Black Lab. His name was Turner and was the best little puppy, sadly he had to be put to sleep before his 6 month birthday. he had mange and then he got a disease and it spread to his insides and made his stomach and intestents bleed out, My dad and I tried everything to help him. Medicines that he got 2x a day, bathes with medicated shampoos, and shots every 2-3 weeks. I miss that dog dearly. No I don't know if he watches me or even comes to visit me at night, so I don't know if I believe in dogs or any other pets having ghosts, but if Turner comes by to say "hey" then yes I'll believe in animal ghosts.
As I said earlier I believe! Dogs and other pets have souls. All you have to do is open your minds. There is life after death and our family members and pets that have crossed will be there waiting for us to cross that bridge.
no ghost are not low down people. they could be loved ones just visting to check on the ones left behind. also there is something called place memorie (sp), it is like a recording that just plays over and over. so it not a real ghost.
Hi, I'm new to the site and my name is Patti, just had to add my 2 cents. I've heard plenty of people say that animals don't have souls, but as Aristotle, or was it Socrates told his students, the soul is what powers the body. I lost my beloved Sheltie 2 yrs ago, and it was the worst thing I could ever imagine going through, I was so despondent & inconsolable. But it was not the worst thing, I lost my adult son (age 28) 2 months later from a motorcycle accident. THAT was the worst thing. But shortly after he died, I dreamed of Ricky walking down a lane and over a little footbridge (could that be the Rainbow Bridge?) and onto a field where there were scores of dogs & cats at play when one of them stopped playing and ran to greet Ricky. It was Renee,and both ran to each other and ran off in the distance. Yes I know it was just a dream, maybe it was my minds way of helping me to cope with the double loss. Now I raise Westies and it's really helped fill the holes in my heart :)