My good friend in the US has allowed me to post a note she sent me after Rosie passed into the world of spirit. I’m very grateful she’s given me permission to re-print her comment here as it was a lovely, reassuring story as we were mourning the loss of our lovely little doggie companion:
This is her story:
After my father passed, he appeared to me in several dreams. I was at a stage where I was beginning to wonder if him appearing to me in a dream was just a result of grief/acoincidence or a real connection and so of course my questions were answered when there was another dream.
I dreamed my father was building a little house and we spoke at length about it. I asked him why there were no steps at the front door and he explained that the house was a gift for my mother and he wasn’t ready for the steps yet. I knew just what he meant – that she wasn’t going to die and join him anytime soon. I told him I had to go and jokingly asked him to look after my dog – the one that had died, of course. My father asked me NOT to tell my mother about the dream so I didn’t.
Several weeks later, my mother started to tell me about a dream she had. She dreamed my father was building a house but there weren’t any steps and she told him how ridiculous that was. She said she woke up and she saw him standing there next to her bed. He turned and walked away and she said he was so clear that she called to him and got out of bed to see where he was going. She said he walked down the halland disappeared. “The really strange thing,” she told me, “is that he had a little dog with him and we never even had a little dog.”
I actually lost a dog who was only four years old, she was run over by a bus. But a subsequent dream I had in which she appeared to console me led me to make some huge changes in my life. So never doubt that, despite the grief when we lose a dearly-beloved pet companion, that your friend continues to live in the world of spirit.