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Reiki in Heaven

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For once, I don’t even know how to start, am still kind of speechless which doesn’t happen that often with me!

Breaking news of the day: my mother is now thinking that I probably need to accompany all the Gibsons of the world to a psychiatric ward! How the heck did it happen? I have always been the one to think that I was brought to Earth by some aliens!

I have dogs. Are you aware of it? Just kidding! Then, among all those muddy paws and wagging tails, there was “the one” who connected with me so intricately that he will stay forever “my dog”, yes of course, it was Zeus, or Zeussy Macaroni like I used to call him!

The funny thing is that after any of our dogs passed away, I never, ever dreamed about them or felt their presence near me, or anything! No, I am mistaken. I had a dream some years ago about Deborah’s dog (Foxy), a miniature Pomeranian that I found in the streets in the middle of winter, tied up to a pole. I understood later why someone got rid of him…. Just kidding!. Let’s just put it that way: Foxy was not my kind of dog, but he was the shadow of my daughter’s Deborah shadow! He was sick for several years (the smaller they are, the weaker they are! And this one was the poster boy for this!), and then one day, it was time to put him to sleep. From sad it became horrific when my EX vet forgot to give him the first shot which is supposed to put them in a cozy sleep before the second shot to stop their heart. I saw that little boy fighting it, convulsing. It was one horrific death. The girls and I were so traumatized about it for so long, that maybe, just maybe, Foxy from his little cloud wanted us to know that he was ok, and I had that vivid dream about him in a green, a deep green field, running around, and rolling in the grass, and having just a ball. I took it as a message that he was ok wherever he was.

But besides him, no one ever came back to tell me they were ok, and to tell you the truth, I never even thought about it. I know that around there are some animal communicators, some real ones, and most of them crooks, but it never occur to me to contact one. My four legged were gone, but still so present in our memories of them.

I am just trying to briefly describe my mind’s background. Our four legged ones are gone, but they will never be forgotten, not one of them, even, Tarah the ferret who was supposed to be a girl, and ended up being a boy!

During his life, every Thursday Zeus had a rendez-vous with Ingrid, a Reiki practitioner, and I can tell you, my Zeus knew when it was Thursday. You couldn’t trick him, and the few times, we had to cancel one of his Thursdays, he knew it, and was waiting by the door with a look like “Hey, This is Ingrid’s Day today! Do I really have to remind you this every week?”

When we learned a few weeks ago that our Golden Retriever, Pouch, had leukemia, I decided to give Pouch an “Ingrid’s Day” as well. Amazingly, it is still on Thursdays. The first time, which was last week, was kind of awkward for everyone, myself included! I had never been back to Seneca Hills since Zeus’passing, and it was just weird seeing Pouch going almost through the same motion, except that Zeus needed some treats to make him walk a bit faster to the Reiki’s room! We had to cross a yummy pets shop with so many yummee and new scents, you have to understand his point! Pouch was much easier to handle. He went where he was supposed to go without arguing with me!

A minute after we left Seneca Hills, Jessica was handling her IPod and was already wearing her ears thing, when I heard two short muffled barks. I had no clue that you could make your iPod bark when you were looking for a song. Trying to communicate with Jessica, she looked at me like I were crazy (another one!) when I asked her how she made her ipod bark! Resolute not to have to hear her mother’s blabbers, she went back to listen to whatever she was listening to. A minute later, the two distinct barks again, and they sounded so much like Zeus. Pouch heard them too, and lifted his head, looking almost smart! Just kidding Pouch! All together, my dead dog barked at me five times. It was one of the weirdest phenomena I have ever witnessed if you forget the Voodoo ceremony in Haiti. The barks were coming from inside my car, but they were muffled like coming from far, far away.

I still don’t know how to interpret them. Should I be happy, upset, guilty? First, I chose the guilt trip with Zeussy Macaroni telling me “You, bitch how dare you to take someone else than I to Ingrid?”, or was it a message for Pouch “How do you like it, ole boy?”

At the end, I just decided to take it as a token of love between us, and that he just wanted to tell me “hey remember how special our time was on Thursdays?”

Iconoclastically yours,

Dominique