About my Deceased Dog (my best friend)... Did anyone experience similar Paranormal Activity?

Chuck

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Anyone experienced the same thing when your beloved pets passed?

As some of you already know, my most beloved dog (who was very much the most loving son I can ever ask for) and soulmate Mickey passed last May. While many of you already know with my numerous Chuck threads, I have dealt with depression for the past 20+ years. With his love and support, I was able to deal with a lot of negative emotions and he gave me the feeling of security. Like the pillar of my life who even got me through a semi-suicide attempt where he cried and begged me to walk away from the window.

The moment he passed in my arms when he was euthanised because of severe lymph cancer, my legs went numb and I fell on the ground. I mean I've cried when other dogs in the family died before, but this time, I felt a deep scar in my heart (that still haven't healed). The months and days leading to his death, he stared at me with those 100% loving eyes like he wants to go on cause he had nothing but love for me.... but he knows his body can't go on. The memories of him staring at me all night when I was sleeping beside him, and the day before he died when he looked straight at me with those loving eyes and wanted to say goodbye... I've got to say, memories like that, as precious as they are, haunts me to this day. I can't stop thinking how much I miss him and how he will forever mean everything to me.

As hard as it is for someone my age to admit, I have cried every night since his passing.

Sorry about getting a tad out of topic, just wanted to give you guys a little background.

I currently place his ashes in my display cabinet at home where I placed a lot of his memoribilia (photos of happy times, figures of his birthday cakes, his leash, etc).

Now I am don't normally believe in the paranormal, and sometimes I wonder if I am just going crazy out of grief, but at times I can't help but feel like he is still around.

I have two cats at home which I take care of with my wife. Like the next night I brought his ashes home, late at night, I was talking to him (like how anyone will talk to their loved ones in front of their grave), and my cat rubbed himself on my leg and wanted attention. Out of nowhere, I heard small banging sounds (Mickey was always the jealous type) coming out of the cabinet. First thought was, oh I am just going crazy, but the next thing I noticed, the same sounds actually startled the cat.

The other time, during his birthday, I was alone at home and bought him a birthday cake (first birthday without him by my side) and lit the candle. Sang happy birthday, and the very moment (I mean less than a second) I finished, I sensed a small breeze that blew out the candle. Of course I wasn't scared, but yeah, took me by surprise.

Most recently, when I cried in front of his urn, I asked him to give me signs he is still there (I know this may freak some of you out... I understand). When I am alone, figurines of cat will get knocked over, and out of nowhere, a picture frame I took a long while to put his painting in (felt like a reminder to me?) tipped over. Like stuff that never happened before his passing.

I get how my family will be concerned cause they very well know me and Mickey have always had this unconditional love for each other. Can't say I am entirely religious, but my parents knows people who have practiced Budhism for a long while. They claim that all lives are meant to be reincarnated, and by me and Mickey not letting go of each other, I am letting our undying love affect his afterlife where he just doesn't want to go when his ashes are still with me. I've already heard the same thing twice from different people, but recently, it's actually making me feel rather guilty. Am I really doing this to my best friend? I still haven't decided what to believe, but one thing's for sure. When he died, a part of my spirit did as well. I haven't been wholeheartedly happy since. A lot of people are telling me to spread his ashes somewhere that means a lot to us, but I am honestly not at all prepared for that. The very thought of losing him again and "neglecting" him... I really don't know. Doesn't feel right to me either.

I am just curious. Have any of you faced something similar with a beloved dog/cat/person?
 
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When we lost Missy our cat I was shattered, she always hung out with me every day, great listener let me talk and vent to her all the time and she'd just purr giving a look of trust and love.

Her last year or so of life was really hard on her and it ate me up, a few strokes half paralyzed her on one side and then a sudden aggressive cancer that started to spread in her abdomen, we took her to the vet to be euthanized when it was clear there was nothing to be done. I wanted to stay with her while they injected her but I couldn't it destroyed me and I left. I've never forgiven myself for that but the first week or so after she was gone I was in quite a bad way. I woke up one night with sleep paralysis and swear It felt like something, something cat sized jumped up on the bed, walked along my side and plopped itself down beside my head I could feel the mattress lean in a bit from my pillow. Right where she used to sleep every night and it really felt like she was there.
 
When we lost Missy our cat I was shattered, she always hung out with me every day, great listener let me talk and vent to her all the time and she'd just purr giving a look of trust and love.

Her last year or so of life was really hard on her and it ate me up, a few strokes half paralyzed her on one side and then a sudden aggressive cancer that started to spread in her abdomen, we took her to the vet to be euthanized when it was clear there was nothing to be done. I wanted to stay with her while they injected her but I couldn't it destroyed me and I left. I've never forgiven myself for that but the first week or so after she was gone I was in quite a bad way. I woke up one night with sleep paralysis and swear It felt like something, something cat sized jumped up on the bed, walked along my side and plopped itself down beside my head I could feel the mattress lean in a bit from my pillow. Right where she used to sleep every night and it really felt like she was there.

So sorry Shapeshifter, that's absolutely heartbreaking.

Once you share an intense chemistry with your pet (like family members who love you unconditionally), it's just so hard to say goodbye.

That's why I simply refuse to welcome another pet to the family. With time the pain wouldn't be quite as intense, but the memories of the love shared is so priceless to me I refuse to believe he's just "puff" gone like he never existed. It just feels so unfair to me.

My shiba Mickey had the greatest soul ever. Although yes, I am not nuts like I'd say he can speak human, he's the one who never judged me, and listened to me intently when I spoke to him and always checked on me and made sure I was okay. Always reciprocated when I told him I love him and never took me for granted. Nobody else in the world (perhaps maybe my mom when I was younger) looked at me with such loving eyes.

The moment he was gone, I literally felt someone ripped a part of my heart out of my chest. Although many can see the sense in adopting a dog, fact is, I don't know I can take the pain again. Nothing feels right.
 
In time, the pain will ebb. In time, your need for companionship will grow again. Getting a new companion is in no way discounting a lost loved one. They'll always be there with you in your soul, but accompanied by a new one in body to share new joys with you.

No need to rush it, but don't think it's a betrayal to move on with your life when it's time.
 
We put our 15 year old doberman girl, Rio, down a couple weeks ago. She had mobility issues and there wasn't anything practical that could be done for her. Ataxia, arthritis, broken toenail that was infected, just too much for her to recover from. The vet didn't think she would walk again even if she survived the procedure to fix her broken and infected nail. Even if successful, her other issues would remain and she was already very old.

She was my first dog and she may be my last. I don't know. She loved my wife and I. I would do almost anything to have her healthy and back with us. She was a sweetheart. 15 years is a long time for a doberman and I am thankful - but it's never really enough.

I still cannot go through a day without breaking down so I know how this sort of thing is. If you have a soft heart, and love deeply, the bond formed over time with family members can be a very hard thing to let go. I don't think I'll ever heal completely from this but I will find a way to live with it. I love that dog, to the end of my days.

This guy's video struck a chord with me because it is how I feel and react to these sorts of things. You aren't alone if any of this makes sense to you.
 
My cat Yoda passed many years ago. I fVcken loved that cat so much. I have/had apnea and when he was alive he was scratch me to wake me when I stopped breathing at night. He never woke me scratching if I was wearing my mask but did when the mask got torn off he would give me a scratch . He would sleep all night with me and follow me if I was going to take a nap, After he passed his sister Arwen took over waking when I would stop breathing. After she passed I still wake up to scratches on my arm or shoulder. I do deeply believe they can and do visit when you need it most.
 
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