Do you ever think that there is a human inside your pet? Maybe a reincarnated human?

[Stinky The Clown]

Or maybe a Guardian Angel of some sort?

Okay ... I'll cop to being a foolish old man.

Little is our Border Collie. She was a street dog, rescued in Michigan when she was under a year old and with an unborn litter. The litter was aborted when she was neutered by the young woman who rescued her.

(Leaving untold a looooong story) My son adopted her when she was perhaps 15 months old. She was a sweet dog, but skittish when first introduced to us.

My son got into a situation where he could no longer keep her, so she wound up here for about a year and half. Then back to him for three years. She has been here, again, for now over two years. She is now, officially, ours.

When my brother visited (during her first stay here) and met her the first time, he confirmed what I had always thought. There is someone behind her eyes. She is just too knowing and too empathetic toward humans for that not to be a possibility.

As purely a random example, the other day I needed to get up at the (unheard of, for me) hour of 5.30 am. At 5.23 am, there was a wet tongue on my face. She never wakes me up. She didn't ask to go out. She licked my face and then went back and laid down, but watched me. I got up.

I had forgotten to set the alarm.

How

Did

She

Know?

Once I was up, I heard her fall back asleep.

Every dog has a job. We finally figured out hers. It is to watch us. When I had my heart attack, she was right there with me before I went to the hospital and after my return. She was there absolutely every second, day and night. Out to do her business, maybe to eat, and then right there with me.

When Sparkly is not feeling well, she does the same thing. I can't get her to come to me. She acknowledges me ..... but she won't leave Sparkly until she's feeling better. SparklyJr gets the same treatment. Once, when she brought home a real creep, the dog was very .... uh ..... impolite. This happened again when she brought him here again. Turns out the guy was, indeed, a creep. The dog knew long before anyone else.

Her watching isn't limited just our human family members. She also takes care of Big, our German Shepherd. For her size and fearsome looks, Big is a giant wussie. The other dogs in the neighborhood frighten her. If they bother her, however, they have to deal with ...... Little. Who is completely fearless. Completely. Her job is to protect us all. She would fight a grizzley if she had to, I have no doubt.

And it is all told in her eyes.

She knows. She just *knows* things.

I keep asking her who she is or who is in there and I never get an answer. But her eyes say she's there.





I know ...... not possible. But it is a special thought for an animal I really love.

[Lorien]

1. They all seem to just know. When I'm going through a bad bout of

fibromyalgia or depression my cats all gather around me and snuggle up as much as possible. I swear that my big Maine Coon, Oberon, is the reincarnation of the collie I had growing up. Their personalities and habits are so similar that it's just eerie.

When I moved into my home a cat came along with it. He was an ugly old white and tabby domestic short hair that I named Jasper. He only had three legs (lost one to cancer) but he wouldn't back down to anyone. Once a big male raccoon-one that I had never seen before-walked down my driveway toward me one evening, growling and with his back arched. Jasper came flying in from out of no where and drove the raccoon away. Many raccoons lived on my property and that was the first that had given me any trouble, and it was the first that Jasper ever chased!The raccoon was more than twice his size, too. Jasper also had a weird knack for knowing when I left a door unlocked. He would stand there howling at the door until I came back to lock it. He always seemed to be looking out for me. Like you say; they just *know*.

[japple]

2. She has been your dog in other lifetimes. I had a cat named Tiny

who had that same look. Oh, he wasn't as attentive as your Little (a cat never is), but Tiny looked into my eyes so deeply and was a master at reading my moods and being there for me when I needed his warm, furry presence. Of the many, many cats I've had over my 60 yrs, I've never been owned by one that I felt was like a human brother to me. I am a firm believer that, just as many souls migrate in groups, their animals move along with their families.

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

3. My cats once woke me up in a similarly weird way.

Normally I get up at about 6:30 a.m., when my alarm goes off. If the cats are hungry they'll start pestering me earlier, but usually the beeping of the alarm is their signal to stand on my head and howl.

One morning I was supposed to get up much earlier, by 4:30 at the latest, because I was supposed to catch an early flight out of town for work. So I went to bed early the night before after getting my bag packed, but -- of course -- because of the change in routine and my general airheadedness I forgot to set the alarm.

At 4:30 a.m. the cats were standing on my head, howling. I woke up, saw what time it was, threw myself together and made it to the airport on time. But if the cats hadn't gotten at me I would still have been sleeping when my flight left. Thanks, cats...

How

Did

They

Know?

[InvisibleTouch]

4. Most if not all of my animals have been around the wheel before.

Some have lived in human form, some haven't. (I don't think any of us necessarily come back as the same species each time.) Some have been with me before, some haven't. Some have "soul connections" to each other, and some don't. (I also don't think that we always travel with the same group of souls; some, sure, but we also meet new individuals on the journey, or it would get a little stale. :)) Of course I have no proof of any of this and certainly can't swear to it. No way of knowing whether the occasional glimpses I get of my pets' past lives are anything other than my own imagination. I mean, I saw one of my dogs as an Indian shaman and myself as a wolf in that lifetime. That's a pretty active imagination. :) But it's nice to speculate.

[japple]

7. I don't think we always travel with the same group either, but

I do believe that some souls form groups and migrate together in order to accomplish specific assignments, if that makes sense. I know I have been with my current family members in previous lifetimes--not in the same roles as this time around though. But I bet that a cat would never, ever, under any circumstances choose to become incarnate in any other body than that of a cat. ;-)

[glinda]

5. I had a cat that came back

A cat of mine died and about a couple of years later, when I drove to my parents house (five hours away), my mother said right away "did you see the cat?" I said I didn't see any cat driving up to her house and didn't know what she was talking about. She said a grey cat was laying outside her door for the last hour staring at the driveway.
I went outside and looked again and there it was walking up the alley so I followed it. A neighbor woman said the cat was a stray and had been living under her porch during the cold winter and for the last few months. She was worried it would be hit by a car on the busy street. I looked down at the younger cat and asked "do you want to come live with me?" and he followed me to my VW Beetle, I opened the door and he jumped in. No lie.
My mother was convinced he was waiting for me and that he was the reincarnation of my lovely black kitty that had died on a Xmas. He lived to be 22 and was my heart. I have no doubt that he was the spirit or soul, at least part of, my other cat.

[emilyg]

6. I believe.

[Grateful for Hope]

8. Actually, No

But, I do think that animals reincarnate like humans do (IMO), and, I suspect that this very special dog has been special to you (as a dog) some time in the past.

I currently have a cat named Spidey who is the most "velcro" cat I have ever had. He knows when I wake up in the AM, for instance, even though I remain lying in bed like I am sleeping, and, even though he is not in the same room with me. In all my considerable years of life, I have never had a cat that anticipates my every move like this cat. What I have considered is that Spidey and I go back a ways.

In any event, I think we are blessed to have animals who can bound with us so profoundly.

[BrklynLiberal]

9. I absolutely believe that.

A story...I will try to keep it short. A friend ended up with a German Shepherd puppy...quite unwillingly. He lived in a studio apt, had a VW...back in the 60's. He had no room in his house or his life for Sheba..as he eventually named her.

Things got even more complicated. He took her upstate one summer, and of course, she got pregnant. She ended up having 11 puppies, in his bathtub!!!! He took care of her and her babies, and found a good home for every baby. He then had her spayed.

They were truly inseparable. You never saw John without Sheba. She would carry the bag with his cigarettes and paper in her mouth every day as they walked back from the corner store.

Eventually, after 14 years, Sheba developed Cushing's disease. John did all he could to keep her happy and comfortable for as long as possible. Eventually, brokenhearted...he had to let her go.

A few years went by and John met a woman, got married and they moved to Virginia. It was a community where a lot of Navy people rented houses for short periods of time. Eventually a couple with a cat rented the house next door. It was a Maine Coon. The cat's owner had told John that this cat was unfriendly and did not like people. Little did she know that the cat came over to John's house every morning to be brushed. The cat would leave birds on John's doorstep. When it was time for the Navy couple to move, they said that John could keep the cat, since they never had any relationship with it...and it spent more time with John than it did with them.
That cat had arrived with a name tag. The cat's name was Sheba.... Altho John was a skeptic, his wife and I both knew that Sheba had come back to him. It was amazing.
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Here is another story that I have read, and actually saw on one of those specials on TV about special animals.

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog named 'Lucky.'
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Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing.
Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's other favorite toys Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.
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It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease....in fact; she was just sure it was fatal.
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She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.� The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him!� The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.
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The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.
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Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom.� Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.
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Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called.� It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.�
When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong.� She couldn't move her head and her body f felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned!� While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life.
He had covered her with his love.

Mary forgot about dying.� Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every day. It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free.

[Lorien]

10. That's a great story! Thanks for sharing it. nt

[Digit]

14. OMG, that is the most heartwarming story!

Animals are very dear to my heart as well. They KNOW. As I sit here typing, my elderly once stray kitty is sleeping right next to me. She knows when I am down, when I am not feeling well, or when I just need affection. I like to surprise her with affection too when she is least expecting it.

Maybe a game or just a very nice cuddle.

I also own a parrot who is surprisingly affectionate. She enjoys giving me kisses, calls me when she wants attention and is quite intelligent. I marvel at how much affection a pigeon sized bird can have in their little bodies. She also knows when I am not feeling well and tries to cheer me up or is quiet depending on how sick I am. I say this because one time it was the flu and she was very laid back realizing I was doing all I could to get her some nourishment, but could barely feed myself. All I could manage for myself was a spoonful of applesauce. Even though I was sleeping on the couch within her eyesight, she was quiet, and would allow me to sleep.

I am always in awe at God's marvelous creatures.

[AZBlue]

15. Oh my gosh, that is such a great story!

I have tears in my eyes - thanks for sharing, animals really are so special!

[Lydia Leftcoast]

11. I don't think there's a HUMAN inside

The animals I've know have all had different personalities (or felinalities or caninalities), but they were definitely Dog or Cat, not Human.

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

12. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

In most cases it's an improvement, if you ask me.

[badgerpup]

13. When 'the Time' comes....

...I thank them for the time they've been able to give me and tell them to come on back if they can-
"I'll keep an eye out for you, and you know you'll be welcome'.
So far I don't think I've had any return yet...but they might all travel together since they all get along so well with each other.

I'm gonna have a HUGE cat posse waiting for me when I get to the Bridge...