Dreaming about my late dog?

Hi there, Well, I used to be a very rational person—too much so, really—but I’ve learnt to open my eyes and ears 😜 I’ve just lost my Sundy, my AmStaff, on 7th July—two weeks ago today 😔😢 She was the absolute love of my life. She was 17, which is a record for the breed. I’m 39 now, and when our paths first crossed, I was just a kid. The next day, in tears, I was shouting in my garage, asking that if there is an afterlife, I wanted a sign from her because I was in so much pain... I was a complete mess. My husband suggested going to a pub I never usually step foot in; it was a nice place but a bit too "alternative" for my liking. I was telling him how awful I felt, my eyes just wouldn't stop watering, and I told him I felt abandoned and guilty for having her put to sleep. As soon as I finished the sentence, literally three seconds later, I heard the music from that famous animal charity advert—the one that’s more classical than reggae (for context, I hadn't stopped seeing that ad all through June and I’d been telling everyone it was just like Sundy and me). I was speechless, because that advert says a dog never abandons its owner! That night, I was exhausted and went to bed. I dreamt of her. In the dream, I was reliving that same sad day, except when I got home, I heard a noise at the front door. I opened it and there was Sundy, young and healthy, smiling and so happy (funny thing about Sundy, she really knew how to pout, but she was brilliant at smiling, it was hilarious). I took her in my arms for a huge cuddle, and I understood what she was telling me. I said to her, "So you’ve gone, but you’ll always be here," and then she left, looking happy. I woke up ⏰ with a lighter heart, her scent still in my nostrils and the feeling that I’d actually stroked her. Basically, two signs from her: one to reassure me, the second to say goodbye. Then on Saturday 14th July, I was thinking about her and wondering if she’d been cremated yet, as I was desperate to get her back. Suddenly, I got this smell of burning in my nose—not unpleasant, though, like burnt paper—which made me smile. I thought to myself, "it’s done." On Monday, I called the pet crematorium, and they confirmed they’d cremated her on the Friday. Anyway, all this is just to say that there is a life after this one, and they come back to protect us 😉 Even though I miss her terribly today, paradoxically, I also know she’s still here. Sorry for any typos, I’m using voice-to-text 😉 I hope this little story warms your heart. The same thing happened to me; my girl died on the 4th and I dreamt of her on the day of her cremation, the 10th, without even knowing the date. Stay strong.

Hi there, Well, I used to be a very rational person—too much so, really—but I’ve learnt to open my eyes and ears 😜 I’ve just lost my Sundy, my AmStaff, on 7th July—two weeks ago today 😔😢 She was the absolute love of my life. She was 17, which is a record for the breed. I’m 39 now, and when our paths first crossed, I was just a kid. The next day, in tears, I was shouting in my garage, asking that if there is an afterlife, I wanted a sign from her because I was in so much pain... I was a complete mess. My husband suggested going to a pub I never usually step foot in; it was a nice place but a bit too "alternative" for my liking. I was telling him how awful I felt, my eyes just wouldn't stop watering, and I told him I felt abandoned and guilty for having her put to sleep. As soon as I finished the sentence, literally three seconds later, I heard the music from that famous animal charity advert—the one that’s more classical than reggae (for context, I hadn't stopped seeing that ad all through June and I’d been telling everyone it was just like Sundy and me). I was speechless, because that advert says a dog never abandons its owner! That night, I was exhausted and went to bed. I dreamt of her. In the dream, I was reliving that same sad day, except when I got home, I heard a noise at the front door. I opened it and there was Sundy, young and healthy, smiling and so happy (funny thing about Sundy, she really knew how to pout, but she was brilliant at smiling, it was hilarious). I took her in my arms for a huge cuddle, and I understood what she was telling me. I said to her, "So you’ve gone, but you’ll always be here," and then she left, looking happy. I woke up ⏰ with a lighter heart, her scent still in my nostrils and the feeling that I’d actually stroked her. Basically, two signs from her: one to reassure me, the second to say goodbye. Then on Saturday 14th July, I was thinking about her and wondering if she’d been cremated yet, as I was desperate to get her back. Suddenly, I got this smell of burning in my nose—not unpleasant, though, like burnt paper—which made me smile. I thought to myself, "it’s done." On Monday, I called the pet crematorium, and they confirmed they’d cremated her on the Friday. Anyway, all this is just to say that there is a life after this one, and they come back to protect us 😉 Even though I miss her terribly today, paradoxically, I also know she’s still here. Sorry for any typos, I’m using voice-to-text 😉 I hope this little story warms your heart. The same thing happened to me; my girl died on the 4th and I dreamt of her on the day of her cremation, the 10th, without even knowing the date. Stay strong.

Hi there, Well, I used to be such a logical person—far too much, really—but I’ve learnt to keep my eyes and ears open 😜 I just lost my Sundy, my Amstaff, on 7th July, so about a fortnight ago 😔😢 she was the absolute love of my life. She was 17, which is a record for the breed. I’m 39 now, and when our paths first crossed, I was just a kid. The next day, I was in tears, shouting in my garage, asking if there was life after death, saying I needed a sign from her because I was in so much pain... I was in bits. My husband suggested going to a pub I never usually visit; it was a nice place but a bit too ‘alternative’ for me. I was telling him how bad I felt, my eyes just wouldn't stop watering, and I told him I felt abandoned and guilty for having her put to sleep. Just as I finished the sentence, literally three seconds later, I heard the music from that famous animal charity advert—the one that’s more classical than reggae (for context, I kept seeing that ad all through June and I told everyone it was just like Sundy and me). I was speechless because that ad says a dog never abandons its owner!!!! That night I was wiped out and went to bed and dreamt of her. In the dream, I was living through that same sad day, except once I got home, I heard a noise at the front door. I opened it and there was Sundy—young, healthy, smiling and so happy (funny thing, Sundy really knew how to sulk, but she had the best smile, it was hilarious). I took her in my arms for a proper cuddle, and I basically understood what she was telling me. I told her, "You’ve gone, but you’ll always be here," and she went off happy. I woke up ⏰ with a lighter heart, her scent still in my nose and the feeling of having just stroked her. So, two signs from her: one to reassure me, the second to say goodbye. But then on Saturday 14th July, I was thinking about her, wondering if she’d been cremated yet, as I couldn’t wait to get her back. Suddenly, I got a smell of burning—not a nasty smell, but like burnt paper—which made me smile. I thought to myself, "it’s done." I called the crematorium on Monday and they confirmed she’d been cremated on the Friday. Anyway, all that to say there is life after life and they do come back to protect us 😉 Even though I miss her terribly today, paradoxically, I also know she’s still here. Sorry for any typos, I'm using voice-to-text 😉 I hope this little story warms your heart. The same thing happened to me. My girl died on the 4th and I dreamt about her on the day of her cremation, the 10th, without even knowing the date. Stay strong.

My dog Vanille, a Bichon Frisé, passed away on the 4th of July. She was 14 and died at home from a heart murmur. I’ve since had a dream about her. She was standing in front of me in a long white corridor. She wanted me to follow her, so I did, and at the end, she was playing with a whole group of other dogs. I spotted someone who I took to be the vet and said to them, "Can I take her back? She’s come back to life," and then the dream just ended. Strangely enough, she was cremated that very same morning. Was it a coincidence, a dream, or a message? Either way, it’s really helped me because I was inconsolable; I was so incredibly attached to her.

For me, it happens in certain places where I go for walks; I’ll suddenly get this strong feeling that one of my dogs who’s passed away has just popped in to say hello. That sense of their presence is lovely, but at the same time, it’s so full of nostalgia and sadness. Like everyone else, they show up in my dreams too, mixing in with the dogs I still have with me. I even had one appear as a messenger in a premonition dream once, but honestly, I’m still not over it...

Hi Misslara, I’m so sorry about your beautiful dog. People say that you forget as time goes by, but that’s completely untrue. I see her every day in a framed photo right in front of me. She was a black Lab cross Doberman. I named her Chamade, after the perfume. Sadly, she was so strong that she used to pull as if she was constantly running, and one day she spotted something while we were on the stairs and I had a fall. I fractured my shoulder. My husband had to take over the walks after that. Unfortunately, I was recommended a really bad vet who was only interested in booster jabs. That’s when I started doing my own research; I wanted him to do a blood test but he absolutely refused. In the end, she was born in 2004 and had to be put to sleep in 2013 due to leukaemia and advanced diabetes. I know exactly what you're going through, Timou; I have a two-and-a-half-year-old Maltese. It’s a breed that really should live forever. They are nothing but kindness, cuddles, affection and little clowns. If I were to lose him, I honestly don't know what I'd do. He's the love of my life, he comes before everything else, and we have a brilliant vet now. Hang in there Timou and Léa. Best wishes, gigi397 from Brussels.