Submitted by : John
My Story: Nearly 10 years ago I bought a puppy I’d named Harry. I had gone through so tough times personally and had to move back in with my parents at the time so getting the puppy helped me focus on him and just getting on with my life. I spent many good years with him, he truly was my best friend, and he never let me down.
As I got older I found a new job, met my now wife, got married and moved out but Harry stayed with my parents and every weekend and every chance I got I would visit my parents and take Harry for walks.
One day my wife and I made the decision to emigrate to the UK from South Africa. And after yet another, more permanent career change we made the move. Not long after, both my parents, who originally came from the UK in the early 70’s also decided to retire back here.
Now coming from any county in Europe, as far as I know there is no quarantine for pets or animals. However coming from any part of Africa, there’s a 6 month quarantine process that any pet or animal has to go through and the costs are staggering. So the decision was made that we couldn’t afford to bring him over and we to give him to a good home.
We placed an add into the local newspaper which was answered and an youngish family, who lived on a farm, who had a son of about 16 came and chose to adopt Harry and my moms dog. My mom had to do this for me as I couldn’t bare to see him go. As I type this I’m getting a lump in my throat. My mom said that as soon as Harry saw the boy they ran to each other and couldn’t be more happier in each others company.
(I’m getting the point now I promise 😉 )
A year or so later one night I lay in bed staring at the roof as I do and I got the dreadful feeling that something had happened to Harry. And for many weeks I would lay in bed having this heavy dreadful weight on my chest feeling something had happened. I’d even broke down and burst into tears in a book store one afternoon reading about the Russian dog that went into space! Now I’m not the type to cry or burst into tears at the drop of a hat but I just couldn’t control it.
A few months past and I learned to accept the feeling and move on. There was absolutely nothing I could do, I couldn’t contact the people who adopted him and even if I did it would be too hard to explain who I was and why I was calling from 6000 miles away to find out about a dog they adopted 2 years back.
(To the point…)
Last night I was, as usual, wide awake and I was watching a tv show about a medium who was recently ‘booted off’ a popular ghost hunting show for being a fraud… anyways, this medium was talking about dogs and the effect they have on people and how their spirits link with ours and so on. I started to wonder if I’d ever get the chance to go onto something like this and would someone from the spirit side want to pass a message onto me and of course I thought about Harry and if something had happened to him. Shortly after I’d gone to bed and that night I’d dreamt about Harry for the second time in my life, and he was so happy to see me and in my dream I held him and burst into tears. It was a strange sensation because I remember he didn’t like being held too long but in my dream he let me hold him and he was running circles around me all excited and he let me chase him like I used to.
Now I don’t know if this dream was a product of me thinking about him earlier that evening or if it truly was my dog communicating with me and a big part of me hopes that is the case.
I do know that the last time I had a similar dream, it was about a friend of mine who had passed away a few years after his baby brother had passed away. In that dream my friend sat in a play park watching his brother on a swing set, he looked at me and said he’s happy now, he’s with his brother.
Not very paranormal but something that I consider unusual that is not a common occurrence for me. I’m wondering if anyone else has had similar experiance.