I’m going to tell you about something truly extraordinary that happened recently. You can choose to believe it or not. If you decide that there’s no way this story can be true, I completely understand. If I hadn’t been the communicator who was part of this amazing event, I don’t know if I could accept the facts of the story either. But I was the communicator and also very involved in talking to the little dog who is at the center of what happened over these two Fall days. I’m going to tell the story to you exactly how it happened. No names will be mentioned because I always respect the privacy of my customers. But since there are two dogs involved, I’m going to refer to the dogs as “Ty” and “Tad” just to make things easier to understand. So, relax, sit back and open up your minds to any and all possibilities of the Universe.
One day a few weeks ago, a friend of mine asked for my help in finding out what happened to one of her dogs (Ty) who didn’t return home after being let out before bed the night before. Apparently my friend did as she always does at the end of the day… she let her two little dogs outside to potty one last time before sleep. The dogs ran around as usual, but didn’t come back as they always had before. After what seemed like hours, one of the little dogs (Tad) returned injured and beat up. Since there were coyotes and possibly a wolf who wandered the woods and hills where my friend lives, this was a very scary situation. Tad was able to return home after what appeared to be some sort of a violent fight, but Ty was missing. So my friend and her family decided to go out looking for Ty. It was extremely difficult in the dark but they were frantic to find the him. They even fired their rifles in the air because Ty always responded to the sound of gunfire. But even that didn’t bring the little dog running home. At the very least, they thought they would be able to hear him crying or whimpering when he heard them rustling around in the woods. But again, Ty was nowhere to be found. So with heavy hearts and many questions, they quit for the night. Tracking Ty or seeing anything in the dark was impossible anyway. After a poor night’s sleep, the family set out again in the daylight to see if they could find Ty. By this time, my friend was pretty sure Ty was dead. It just wasn’t like him not to bark or cry when he heard his family calling for him. And because Tad came running home injured the night before after what had obviously been a terrible fight with some wild animals, it just made sense that Ty had been in the same fight and had not survived. So, my friend called me to see if I could help find Ty and determine what happened to him.
Normally I don’t track or talk to lost animals. They are just too difficult to follow along because their movements can be quick and unpredictable. I may be able to latch on for a few brief seconds, but then without warning, the animal is gone. But my friend was desperate to know what happened to Ty and whether or not her “gut feeling” was right about him being dead. So I agreed to try and see what I could do. Before I would try to reach Ty though, I needed to talk to Tad to see if he could tell me what happened in the woods that night… how he got his injuries and if he saw what happened to Ty.
Tad was very traumatized by what had happened to him. He was able to tell me a bit of what went on in the woods, but was still very scared and worried. Apparently he and his brother ran toward a noise they heard in the woods. They came across some “big dogs” who were not very friendly. (I’m assuming these “big dogs” were coyotes.) Tad couldn’t tell me all that had happened but he gave me pictures of a brutal fight between the coyotes and he and Ty. He doesn’t know how he did it but somehow he was able to get away from the “big dog” who was fighting with him. When Tad looked at his brother, he saw a “bigger darker dog” (possibly a wolf) shaking him and snarling. He heard Ty telling him to “run, run!” So he left his brother behind and ran home scared, injured and bleeding. The “big dogs” must have all gone after Ty then because none of them followed him out of the woods.
Now that I had found out from Tad what had happened to the dogs in the woods, I began to mentally seek out Ty. In my search, I was led away from the house, across some water and up a hill. Somehow I ended up at some dead tree trunks that lay near a big, oak-like tree. I kept calling for Ty as I scanned the area. All of a sudden in my mind’s-eye, there Ty was. He was looking at the ground and then at me trying to figure out what was going on. He also seemed somewhat confused. He appeared healthy with no marks, wounds or injuries on him. I started telling him who I was and that his family had sent me to find him. Ty told me to tell them not to worry anymore…that he is safe now. “I’m not there anymore.” I asked Ty what happened to him. He proceeded to tell me that he and his brother had a fight with “big dogs who didn’t like us.” “I yelled at Tad to get away..run, run! I saw him get away from that big dog and run fast. But I couldn’t get away.” Ty also gave me pictures that showed him being bitten and shaken by either a coyote or a wolf. “Then the big dog bit me again and I wasn’t there anymore. I think I’m dead now and in heaven. I see lots of people and animals. Tell mama I won’t be alone. A nice older lady said I could come with her and she’d take care of me. And tell mama that I died fast…it didn’t hurt much as all. If mama and daddy want to find my body, it’s by the big tree across the water.” Then he told me to tell mama he was sorry that he and Tad ran away and got into a fight with the “big dogs.” He was very sorry “he got dead” because he knew how much mama and the rest of his family would miss him. I told Ty not to worry…getting attacked by the “big dogs” was not his fault. I also told Ty that Mama and the rest of his family aren’t mad…they love him and are just really worried about what happened to him. Again, Ty told me that he is okay, that his family shouldn’t worry about him anymore. He’s in heaven now. Then the conversation was over and I watched Ty walk off with an older woman.
As I sat in the chair after my conversation with Ty, there was little doubt in my mind that Ty had died in a fight with some coyotes and possibly a wolf. So with a heavy heart, I called my friend to give her the news. She was not at all surprised at what I had to tell her. She felt all along that something terrible had happened to Ty and he would be lost to her and her family forever. I told my friend everything that Ty told me about what had happened to him, especially that his last moments were quick and virtually pain free. Lots of tears were shed over the loss of this wonderful little dog. Tears that marked the end of a dear friend’s life. But, life would go on as usual in spite of the big gaping hole in the hearts of this family where once a little dog named Ty had lived.
I thought of my friend and her family and these two little dogs often over the next couple of days. How were they doing? How was Tad feeling? He would recover physically, but mentally and emotionally, would he ever get over the trauma of the attack and the loss of Ty? Time would tell.
Then, the impossible and the improbable happened…my friend called me about three days after my conversation with Ty to let me know that he was alive! Apparently she and her family had gone out looking for Ty’s body. My friend’s husband had set out ahead of her. When she met up with him, she was shocked to see that the little dog she had thought was lost to her family forever, was standing there in front of her. Ty was injured and beat up, but he was alive and acting like it was an ordinary outing on an ordinary day. While everyone was ecstatic to see Ty running around and sniffing the ground for strange animal smells, they were also wondering where he had been for three days and why he hadn’t responded to their many calls and especially to the gunfire. Then there’s the conversation Ty had with me…the conversation in which Ty told me he died and was now in heaven. What was going on?
In talking with my friend about Ty’s miraculous return, I was at a loss to explain what might have happened to him. I speculated that perhaps he was knocked unconscious by the attack and when I talked to him, he thought he had died. My friend believes that Ty had an out-of-body experience. This would explain everything. And even though I’ve never heard of something like this happening before, it doesn’t mean it can’t. As I said in the beginning, if I hadn’t been the communicator in the middle of this story, I might find the idea of a little dog having such a profound experience a little hard to swallow. But I was there and I did hear and see and feel what Ty and Tad were telling me. I’ve also learned to trust “the gut feelings” of the humans who love the animals I talk to…my friend felt very strongly that Ty was gone. These feelings cannot be discounted.
So, there it is….a truly remarkable story. One that I will not forget for a very long time.
Blessings to you and your furry friends.