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pet.ghosts
pet.ghosts
Okay, I have to tell this story. I can't remember if I posted this here
a long time ago...or maybe it was rec.pets.dogs??
Our siberian husky was poisoned with something like anti-freeze. The
vet didn't recognize it right away, and so the dog spent the last night
of her life in our cellar. To make the perverbial long story short,
she had to be 'put down' the next day. For many year following, no
dog we ever had, or my sister had and brought over for a visit, ever
would go near those cellar stairs. The cellar was okay, the
room leading to the cellar was okay, but forget the stairs! If you wanted
to put the dogs in the cellar...for washing or whatever, you had to
carry them down the stairs.
This continued until the day my mother and I were sitting in the
family room which was situated off the cellar. We saw our husky
'walk' out of the doorway at the top of the cellar stairs and
past me on the couch, through the family room. Our stares followed
her as she walked through the back door to...wherever. We never saw
her again.
After that...the stairs were fine, and dogs had no qualms about traveling
them.
I should add that the dog's body wasn't solid, but wasn't 'transparent'
either. She just looked very 'light'.
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We had to euthanize our Norwegian forest cat, Buster, last summer.
It had been one of those special one-owner-one-pet relationships
from I got him from a shelter to the time I moved in with my now husband
and his two cats.
Anyway, Buster had been diagnosed a carrier of feline leukemia.
He deteriorated very quickly from the time he began to shed the virus
until the time he had to be 'put down'.
I held him as he died at the vet's (as is so common a practice in the
US nowadays). Afterwards my husband and I drove to work, leaving
B's carrier in the back seat, as we were going to go to the shelter that
evening to find another cat. My husband and I work on the same campus,
and after work I went to the car to wait for him to finish work. There
was a feeling of 'substance' in the back seat, and as I turned around
to what was by now a familiar feeling(after all the other encounters) I
was glad to see Buster in his carrier. I didn't tell my husband
about it, but all the way to the shelter I kept glancing back to see
if he were still in the carrier. He remained in his carrier all the way
to the shelter. He even was in there as we brought the carrier inside.
But, as soon as one of the volunteers took the carrier to put our newly
chosen cat inside, Buster had gone. I have not seen him since.
This seems quite sad to me because I wonder if Buster thought he was
going home with us, and instead found out another cat was occupying
the carrier.
If he does come back to haunt, will he haunt the place I live now
(he lived there for just a short time, and became sick shortly after
we moved in), or will he haunt the place we lived together, where
he was so happy?
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