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Angel From the Streets…..A Rescue Dog’s Undying Love.
A dramatic and gritty true-life story of my rescue of a street dog from small-town gangsters and drug addicts. A tale of our happy life together, our unique bond, and a surprising canine loyalty which reached out even beyond the grave, to completely change my views on life and death. I did not believe in Life after Death, and was devastated by grief. She was my Heart Dog. But weeks after she seemed to have ‘gone’, she showed me without any doubt that our beloved animals do indeed pass into a lovely life in Spirit, can sometimes re-visit us, and will be awaiting us when we too pass over. Though I still miss her in my life here, this awareness has brought me nothing but joy and hope.
Angel From the Streets is available on Amazon.com Amazon.co.uk and Amazon sites worldwide.
Price $3.09/£1.88. 161 pages. For Kindle, Kindle devices, and Kindle for PC. 5-star reviews.
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Suspense, grit, beauty, hope.
Immediately, I was swept into the underworld where this poor creature was struggling to survive. Gripped by suspense, the poignant story and a beautiful writing style, I read this intriguing book in one sitting! More than a heartwarming true tale of rescue and love – the author leaves you with her certain belief that our beloved animals live on…
A wonderful story of unconditional and never-ending love.
Anyone who has loved and lost a pet will love this book. I have had that special soul connection with animals and there is no greater bond. And yes, I too know that our fur babies live on. “Until one has loved an animal, one’s soul remains unawakened.” Wonderful story!
A lovely story!
I loved this story couldn’t put the book down once I started.
It made me laugh and made me cry.
I understand the special bond you have with your dog, they are so very special. The bond is second to none.
Just a dog? No, a dog of great spirit! An amazing book!
A truly moving account of how the author took a dog into her life and ultimately into her heart. She recued the dog, called Misty, from a very harsh life amongst drug dealers. The two then became very closely attached and spent many joyous years together. The book describes how Misty finally passed over from cancer at the fine age of 15 – but that is not the end of the book, by any means! In a sense, the real story starts from there. The author gives a fascinating and heart-warming account of how Misty came back to visit her on many occasions from the spirit dimension. These visits are still continuing and have caused her to reassess her views on life after death for animals, not just humans.
I cannot recommend this book strongly enough. It will be of interest to those who have rescued dogs from harsh backgrounds. It will fascinate those who are wondering about life after death for animals. But above all it will be of comfort to those who are grieving the loss of a beloved pet, as it offers hope and reassurance that a love bond between a human and a companion animal is never severed by passing over.
Buy this book if you love animals. You will be moved and amazed by what you read.
A truly remarkable story.
Sylvia Groves has managed to craft a heart warming account of her friendship and eventual rescue of a lovable street dog. We share her trials and tribulations that come through in every well written line. A must read for any animal lover.
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(Because this is in blog format, to read the full story please scroll right down to the bottom of the page and read “upwards”)
It’s Home for her now.
I know that.
“This is where I live now” She seems to say.
I should find that easy. But she used to live here -with me. The only world she ever wanted to be in.
I know she is safe, I can hardly begin to imagine what it’s like there, but it must be the best place ever…….
This is where people let go. They throw that tennis ball for a Ghost Dog one last time. They duck out, they cry their last tears, laugh their last laughs….then move on….
I wake many mornings with no sense of her, no presence, no slightest trace.
There is little option but to move on. Life is here, I am here. More days pass, it is almost a year since she left. Twelve Moons. Abandoned dog-sticks in our orchard are now broken, and tangled in two seasons of grass. I can no longer piece them together. Some I can no longer find.
But I still smile. From her, there is nothing but energy, happiness, contentment, love. Some call it Heaven….some the Rainbow Bridge. Others, the High Astral…..I have no names for it except “The Place where my Misty Lives Now.”
But every few days her presence returns, bringing a warm glow. And inside it, everything fits, nothing is out of place, or ever could be. And she seems to say:
“I don’t intend to forget you”
“Yeah yeah yeah”
“I still love you”
“Hmmmm….ok…..”
Now I’m laughing….she’s moving in on me again. If I didn’t know this was a dog, I’d think it had to be a Spirit Guardian, maybe even an Angel…. Love so strong, so enduring, so compassionate….
All is well.
(I know. I feel it.)
“Talk to me. I know you can talk. Tell me about what it’s like where you live. Dogs are supposed to be able to talk when they get to Heaven.”
(Just a wave of love) My heart is brimming with laughter and love now, playing in a meadow, and all is indeed well. Is that all I need to know? Maybe that’s all anyone needs to know?
“Tell me everything.”
(??)
(Telepathy doesn’t work most of the time. My telepathy is rubbish.)
“Got to go now. I’ll come back….”
“Come to see me if ever you want to…whenever you can. I’ll still be here…”
(No words….but another touch of love)
“In the meantime, go where you need to go, do what you need to do. I let go of you….Let go -see? Poof! Like a big balloon into the sky….”
I almost see her, in my mind’s eye, racing back for home, where golden light makes rainbows on dewdrops, where twilight is always shades of blue and pink, where stars are so huge, and flowers so scented, they take your breath away.
OK I know…… dash off then little one.
“Oh -” I say as she starts to run; “-Did I mention…?”
“What?”
“Thank you.”
Then in the same mind’s eye, I see her turn around, cast me a look over her shoulder and say:
” I’ll be back. Because that’s what I want to do.”
Go on then….Run now…
Seeya girl……
(Misty and I also have a website! http://www.dog2spirit.com
Visitors welcome! This is similar to our blog here but with some extra bits added on)
(Gabriel’s Oboe and the Falls -Ennio Morricone)
It is now February 2013. It is eight months since Misty left. I can no longer say ‘died’.
She returns often. On average, every two weeks, but sometimes more frequently. Still herself, still with her own invisible pattern of character that I would recognize anywhere. But now it is as if the essence of her has distilled. What I always knew as her particular energy is now more focussed, more definite and strong, and always returns to me filled with affection.
How can I tell for sure this is true? Not a figment of my imagination? I send her my love, at times she appears to be ‘far away’. What I send out seems to go nowhere. I miss her of course. I miss the life we used to share. Between her visits there are times I am close to sadness. But I raise my feelings, send her my love, as I always promised I would, then I let go, and carry on with normal life.
A short time later -out of the blue- I sense her ‘answering call’. A warm and happy wave of her affection. Sometimes it stays, sometimes it flits away again. But I am struck by those moments. How could I feel sad? She senses me, senses my ray of love, knows I have not forgotten, and returns the short message, that, if it were spoken would sound something like: “I copy. I am still with you.”
Thus, we stay in touch. She comes back for a proper “visit” when she is good and ready. I am beginning to get used to that now.
I have no way of knowing if her “return” to me involves being literally beside me (in an etheric sense), or if her “visit” is more of an attunement of the frequencies necessary to get close to me -from where she now dwells.
I don’t know, and so far, have no way of knowing. It doesn’t matter. We -being Human- give so much of our energy to analysis , technical explanations. She relies on what feels right at the time, from her unfettered heartfelt state. Love is, so love attunes, draws near, recalls……Her love just is -and has no analytical concept of the dimensions it crosses to touch another Heart. In those moments, there is no separation.
I know this does her no harm. She chooses this. How can I tell? The sense of boundless strength and grace in her when I perceive her “presence”. My intuition (I know her so well), that these contacts bring her joy.
They bring me joy too. Who would ever have imagined that the death of my friend, my companion, my ‘little sister’, would have brought me that?
There have been no more successful out-of-body experiences, so far. I may be very wrong but am beginning to think the two that occurred were a Grace. Beyond my striving and willing. Given as a momentary gift. Just as I sensed they might be. For that I am filled with more gratitude than I can express. But I don’t close my mind to the possibility that they may happen again. I will see what the future brings.
Misty and I lived the happiest of ordinary lives. She lifted and healed certain things in me with her simple grace, and little light of love. Those things can never have the power to darken me again. Thanks to her, and her unconditional love.
What IS ‘unconditional love’?
Love that just is. Just because it is. Just because it cannot imagine being anything else. That is its very nature, and it lives in its very nature.
She now shines a beacon for me, showing me the way, and opening up things in my heart I had once rejected.
Blessings and thanks to you little Soul.
“I copy……I am still with you….”
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(I would like to mention another website which may be helpful for anyone who is mourning the loss of a beloved animal companion:)
http://do-animals-have-souls.info/
Looking for the next great idea -Soundtrack: A Beautiful Mind
Misty is still visiting me. She came on Thursday, and also today (Sunday)
When she turns up it is definite, and unmistakable. She is a distinct Presence, though I cannot see her with my eyes, or hear her, I can clearly sense her nature and character, as close, and beside me as if she were physically there. I change. I am not just “me” any more. Very often, there are two of us.
I talk to her, find myself smiling, laughing.
But something has shifted.
When she lived, I could always feel her love and affection. There were times we shared heart-to-heart, in evening cuddles by the log fire, or our before-bedtime hug .
Now her love is bigger. It radiates, fills me up, shines on me. Although she still has her own character, now affection seems to be the center of her -even more than it was during our life together. Her visits have become blessings that lift up my own heart into sunshine.
When she “died” I did not expect a thing except loss. I was skeptical about the existence of the Human Soul after death, and was uncertain what might happen to dogs. I guessed if there really was a Heaven, then dogs had earned a place there. But that was all make-believe to a great extent. I did not know. Not for certain.
I knew the (living) Human Soul could travel outside the body. But even so, to me, it was no argument for the survival of death. And what happened to dogs….? A previous dog of mine had died, and afterwards I had dreamed of his contentment and joyful play in green fields. But I took little notice for they were surely “just dreams”. I never -not even once -sensed his presence……
But there was nothing like this.
The Universe is multi-dimensional. And if the Universe is, then so are we, and so is every created thing. For a long time, Mathematics has told us so. Mathematics provides the theory. Quantum mechanics opens a window on the strangeness of energy and matter, which shows us a Universe which by no means behaves according to a narrow “rational” view.
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Our experiences, if we open our hearts and minds, and listen to them, show us there is indeed more in Heaven and Earth…. . I have known that as my own living fact now since July 6th 2012.
If Misty exists in another dimension, is content, radiates love, is completely energetic and healed, and quite fine….then they all are. All our beloved pets, whether we sense them with us, or not. And more than that; if the Soul of a dog crosses to this other place, then we all do.
(Tchaikovsky -The Seasons “June”. Sviatoslav Richter)
It was hard to know how to handle that experience. Did it mean she was always present? In the house -just as usual but in another sense -another dimension? Or did it mean some worm-hole had been created by our bond and loyalty…that she was far away, yes, but could come in a flash through a way of timelessness, place-less-ness when love called her?
I had no idea. I decided to talk to her. As there was no-one (alive any more) to observe my strange ways, I also decided to save her a treat as usual, after dinner. Talking to her, occasionally -seemed the right thing to do under such circumstances. I was grateful for the absence of humankind, for they would have judged, most harshly, a multiple-bereaved older woman talking to thin air…..
All that next day she remained near me. We walked, I laughed, I threw sticks into the apple trees. When I spoke to her, I felt her connect with me. Her silent heartfelt answer. When I lay in bed at night, a little warm glow of dog’s affection reached my Soul. Smiling, I closed my eyes.
The next morning she disappeared. As if she had never been.
“Did I do wrong? Should I have kept this a secret?”
For a week, I couldn’t grieve.
Day after day there was no contact with her, no sense of her presence. Another week went by -still nothing. I wondered if that was it -she had said her goodbye and was finally gone. There had been no recurrence of the out of body experience. I was unsure what to do; to try to make it happen again, or to let go, accept that had been a rare Grace, and leave it alone….
I began to sense brief “flashes” of her, lasting for only a split second, caught in the Soul’s peripheral vision. But when I recognized them, they flitted away like will o’ the wisps.
I confided in a friend. He gazed at me, fell silent, then said;
“Don’t go out looking for her.”
Why not…?
I didn’t even have to ask the question.
“Just don’t, that’s all. Let her come to you when she’s ready. Be patient.”
Don’t go out looking for her.
Maybe he’s right. Sometimes we are given a rare Grace. We capture the moment, hold a drop of Heaven in our hands for an instant. To be thankful is all we need to do.
But another morning came when I woke before dawn. For a while I lay still, wondering should I try to reach her again?
Then, decided, I got up. I would try. As the sun rose, I went back to lie still, letting my body relax until I had no more sense of it. Again the buzzing, humming sounds began. A thought ran through my mind:
She seems well, happy, free, under no duress. Can this harm her? Ought I to let her go completely? Just let her fly away to the Spirit-place far from here, far from me…..
My legs floated, arms floated. I remembered the reality-check to emphasize full consciousness. Then I saw the room, lit with morning threads of sun, heard noises beyond my door, saw glimpses of her moving out there. Through an inch-wide crack where the open door met the door-frame, I could see her, minding her own business, licking belly, licking feet, gently scratching her ears with a hind-foot. Her other foot tapped the floor occasionally in this morning ritual of a dog preparing for the day, waiting for my lie-in to end. Her body moved slightly, in and out of sight…..
“Misty!”
But no sound came from my voice. I fought against it, but was mute. There was nothing I could do. My ethereal form returned so soon, there was not even chance to move towards her.
That night she returned, her little Soul glowing with a light of love. We sat together by the fire.
By morning she had said farewell again.
I am certain she will be back…..
(Crossing the stone, Tros y Garreg, Catrin Finch/Carl Jenkins)
I’d received convincing contacts from her, so knew she still existed. I hadn’t felt just love, I had felt her love, and her character.
But the days went by with silence again, and no more contact. Every day I sent her my love, sent it out there to her like a radio signal. But I heard no reply. I wondered if she might have been close at one stage, maybe for a few weeks after her “death”, and then moved on “into the light”…. a finer, deeper level...or wherever they are supposed to go….. I really did not know.
Over two months had gone by since she left.
On Saturday the 11th August I woke too early. It was a grey morning with no promise in it. I got up, had coffee, read a little, then at 8am, although not sleepy, I decided to lie down for a rest. The grey morning broke, and sunlight filtered through my curtains. I closed my eyes and relaxed.
Suddenly a buzzing sound began somewhere within me, and a humming, twanging, like tiny elastic bands snapping. I knew what this was; it had happened before, though not for many years. I was about to have an out of body experience. At this point, I had a choice -to go out, or to come back. Even though the strange sounds were disconcerting, I decided to go with it. My legs gently floated upwards, leaving the physical body behind. Then my arms. I tried to see, could see nothing, but could feel myself slowly rise up.
Hold on to your conscious awareness…don’t lose this now….you need consciousness, clarity….do a reality check…
What’s my name?…..Sylvia. What day is it?…Saturday. Eleventh of August. It’s morning, around eight, maybe eight thirty. I lay down for a rest…..
Try to find Misty….
I hesitated. She won’t be there, she’ll have gone -moved on. How will I feel when she’s not there?
Just try it. You have to.
I whisper “Misty…?” Nothing. I knew she wouldn’t be there. I know I don’t have long. At any moment I could lose consciousness, then it would be over.
Call that an effort? Try again. Right. Here goes….
I call her, but in a different way, in a bright and happy way like I always used to when I had a treat, or we were going in the car.
“Mii-iist!” and I whistle for her.
There is a small noise, a bumping, stumbling sound. Then another little bump as she jumps up against my bed. My hands, out of body, reach out and touch her head, her neck, her ears!
I wish I could see!
But my hands are enough. I feel the texture of the inside of her ears, feel them bent back by my fingers, feel her warmth -alive and warm! Feel the short fur on her head, the thicker fur of her neck…..
…My girl!….my good beautiful girl….you still live! Warm, alive, happy, still yourself!
This is it -I’m leaving, I can’t hold on any more. I’m sinking back gently.
“Shake….when I’m gone…shake so you’ll straighten your ears out….”
There never were, and there may never be again -three minutes as precious as those. Those three minutes I shall carry with me until I die. They wiped out all sorrow and sadness from many years. They wiped out all things which had ever come to me without love. They dried my tears.
They gave me my hard evidence.
She liked Satie…this reminds me of her (Erik Satie Gnossienne No.5)
She seemed to completely disappear after that. I wasn’t taken aback, I’d received a blessing. She had shown me she still lived. But more than that -she had shown me in an energetic sense, that there was now nothing wrong with her. I had sensed, in the brief contact, the essence of her character, and that there was no weakness, no sadness, no suffering, no weariness. She had been vibrant.
I expected nothing more. But a week later, as I was driving, it happened again. Beside me in the passenger seat, Misty’s character appeared…not as a vision, but simply as a wave of affection and energy. I laughed again, the contact filled me with joy.
She disappeared again…totally.
And re-appeared on the 29th July in the midst of a thunderstorm….
She’d never been afraid of storms. She took them in her stride, just like herds of Bullocks, torrential rain, big bad dogs (she charmed them), insurmountable obstacles, German Shepherds five times her size…. The only things she showed any apprehension about were little kindling sticks which dared to crackle as they were burning…. and swearing.
Misty…where do you go? You visit -full of love, you hang around a while, then you dash away….where to? When you’re gone, you seem so totally gone! There isn’t a touch of you, not a whisper, nothing. But each time you return, dashing back to me with affection, you seem so strong and well.
I had to admit -these visits were definitely her. In our everyday life, I knew Misty well enough to be able to sense her presence, even in a darkened room, even when she was still and I couldn’t see her -I always knew by a sixth sense, whether she was in that room or not. These communications were clear and distinct, and the oddest thing…they went against my ordinary thinking.
I was skeptical. Not to a crippling degree, but had always been unsure about the existence of life after death -yes, even though I had experienced some unusual events in my past. There could possibly have been an alternative explanation. I’d hoped there might be some existence beyond this life, as total annihilation didn’t seem to make much sense (Einstein “Energy is neither created nor destroyed”) But as yet I’d had no hard evidence of it.
But this …..this was different. I could not find any alternative explanation. Not for that clear contact which was Misty -out of the blue and unbidden.
My old view had been shattered. But there was even more to come.
She liked this too. We used to play ‘hunt the squeaker and ball’ on a rainy day to this music...(Ennio Morricone -On Earth as it is in Heaven -from “The Mission”)
You passed away at the full moon.
I endure the days. You were all I had, but I have to live. My house, at first empty and frightening (no-one visits now) is changing…
It’s strange…I shouldn’t, but I want to go back there, even though your bed has no occupant, the rooms still seem filled with you. When I open the doors, there is love. All around, sunk into every stone, every fibre, everywhere I walk there is love. The house remembers you, and I remember you for love can never die. Although I know you are very far away, my love can never die. It hangs, like a perfume in our home. I still cry, but at the centre of my tears there is an essence of you. Something still living. It’s in my heart and memory, that’s all. But I’ll carry you with me there.
I will remember you every day. I will remember what you brought me.
The moon wanes, is re-born, waxes again. On July 6th in the early evening, for the first time, I’m able to concentrate on something, and am absorbed in a video, a veterinary program about farm animals….when something happens. Something which shifts my whole axis.
I am suddenly and unexpectedly flooded with a wave of affection and greeting. I am lifted, changed, lit up, and overwhelmed.
“It’s you! How can it be you?”
But unmistakably, it is Misty’s energy and life and character! With me in the room, making me laugh, making me stretch out my arms so I can almost touch her, almost smell the honey-scent of her.
For about ten minutes, she stays with me. The feeling is a huge cuddle-up, exactly like the ones we shared, dog’s heart to woman’s heart, a glow of love. This is a real, living thing, not a hallucination, or a wish, or even my own grief or love…it’s her.
Slowly, she fades. I don’t know where to. But she lives. She still lives!
I know this is a blessing. I have been given this to know she is safe, well, is healed, restored, and still alive, though in another dimension. I hoped she might exist after death -somehow, somewhere. But this…I did not expect.
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