I couldn’t see her, but I could and did hear her arrive. I was in the kitchen – getting Shadow’s and Ducky’s dinners ready – when I heard a sound in the bathroom. It was the same sound that Callie always made as she laid down on the linoleum floor when her earthly form was still with us.
Yet, Shadow always makes a very similar sound when she goes in there. So, I turned to look for Shadow thinking maybe it was her that I’d heard. But she was only a few steps away from me. And as I turned to find her there, I saw that her head was up and her ears and eyes were alert, looking toward the door to the hallway where the bathroom is located. “You heard her too, didn’t you Sweetie?” I said. Then she got up and followed me to the bathroom.
“Oh, my sweet Callie! I know you’re in here. I can’t see you, but I heard you arrive and I feel your presence there in your favorite spot.” I reached down and stroked Shadow’s head and ears. She was looking intently at the very spot that Callie had always claimed as her own. It was as if Shadow felt Callie there, too.
I smiled. Callie had come to check up on us. She knew I’d been down in the dumps all week between the endless rain and the bad news about two of Pet Blogville’s own canines. First Jeffie of Sue and the Talking Dogs (on Monday afternoon) and then Lucas of Oh My Dog! on Wednesday evening. (I awoke to the news about Lucas on Thursday morning.)
Shadow’s tail swished back and forth a few times, and then she turned and walked back into the kitchen. I knew from her movement that she was feeling happier. Maybe Callie “told” her everything will be okay, that she – Callie – would always be with her. I know Callie’s message to me was simple. She had come home to check up on her mama and sisters*. And to say she’ll be back. But, she has never really left us. Her spirit, her unconditional love, is always with us in our hearts and our thoughts. We will miss her earthly form forever, but her spirit will always be close by to wipe away tears and lift our own spirits out of the doldrums.
* (Daddy is an agnostic and simply humors me with a cynical smile when I talk about stuff like this. So I share my thoughts with my surviving dogs and those humans who understand.)