The experience I am about to share happened between
February 2001, and June 2002. Although I have encountered
many events that could be considered paranormal in my
lifetime, I chose this event because it is closest to my
heart.
When I was 12, my father gave me a puppy I named Tiki
(pronounced Tee Kee). He was a Poodle/Terrier mix and was
a wonderful dog. He came with me when I married and moved
into my own home, and although there was some initial issue
of pecking order between Tiki and my husband (i.e. who got
to sleep next to me in bed!), we all managed to get used to
the living arrangements quickly. Sadly, Tiki had to be put
to sleep in February 2001, at age 14. Kidney and Liver
failure was causing more agony than I wanted him to endure,
so I felt it was best. After all, he had given me so much
joy and happiness, I wanted him to have the same. (Yes, I
believe pets have souls that go to Heaven, too.)
Tiki had been in the animal hospital for a full day when we
received the call that we should come see him and be with
him when he died. My husband and I rushed to the Vet, and
I held Tiki while they injected him with the solution that
would end his life. Unfortunately, because everything
happened so quickly, I didn’t have time to tell Tiki what
was happening. (Something I always did for Tiki, and do
for my new pup, is to tell them the events of the upcoming
days and let them know what to expect. Crazy? Maybe, but
after all, they are/were my fur kids, and I treated them
like humans.) I believe the error of not telling Tiki what
was happening is what caused the following events to take
place.
Three days after we left Tiki’s body at the Vet to be
cremated, I saw on my caller-ID the name and phone number
of the Veterinarian. No one was home to receive the call,
so I checked the answering machine thinking they were
calling to tell me Tiki’s remains were ready to be picked
up. (I was puzzled, because we were told it would take at
least 10 days for Tiki’s remains to come back to us.)
There was no message on the machine, though. So, I called
the office and asked the reason for the call. I was told
that no one called me, and the receptionist apologized for
the inconvenience. I hung up more puzzled than before, but
just shrugged it off.
The next day, the same exact incident occurred. Again I
called the office, and again I was told that no one from
the office called me. I begged them to check the phone
numbers of the families they did call that day. Someone
had my phone number in his/her file, and I wanted it
corrected. They apologized, and said they would look into
the matter.
I wish I could say the issue was resolved. However, every
day for the next week, we had the Vet’s name and number on
our caller ID. No message was left at any time. I stopped
calling back. It was too painful, because I was still
trying to get used to life without my beloved pet.
I happened to be home the day they called to tell me Tiki’s
remains were ready to be picked up. I sent my husband,
because I couldn’t bear to be back at the Veterinarian’s
office with people who still had their pets. Even though
we now had Tiki back, I still saw the Vet’s name on our
caller ID about once a week for the next year or so. It
always appeared when no one was home to receive
the “call”.
The “calls” stopped in June of 2003. We got a new puppy at
that time and took him to the same Veterinarian to have his
first wellness checkup. Coincidentally, we were sent to
the same examining room that we lost Tiki in. I tried to
be strong for my new pup’s sake, but it was hard to be
there. We came home, and things seemed to calm down that
first day or so (meaning, no calls from the Vet). Then,
out of the blue, my new dog, Reilly, began acting strange.
Every spot that my old dog used to lay in the house— the
landing of the stairs, the area in front of the
entertainment center, the foot of the bed— seemed to bother
Reilly. He gave those areas a wide berth when walking near
them. One day, I really got scared. Reilly (he was only
about 11 weeks old at the time) was lying on my lap as I
sat on the couch reading a book. All of the sudden, his
ears went back in the attack position, and his body went
rigid. He stared at the landing of the steps and began
barking fiercely; at least, as fiercely as a tiny pup can
be! I stood up and put Reilly on the floor. He
immediately jumped behind my legs, but continued to bark.
I scooped him up and ran to the back deck of the house.
As I tried to calm down, I began putting the pieces of the
puzzle together. The calls on the caller ID. The date the
calls seemed to stop. Reilly’s unusual behavior all of the
sudden. I realized what may have happened. Tiki, my old
dog, didn’t know he died. I didn’t tell him. Maybe he was
trying to reach me to tell me he was still at the Vet and
needed to be brought home. Since my husband didn’t
actually go into the Vet’s office to pick up his remains,
but went to the kennel out back, Tiki may not have known my
husband was there. But, when we ended up in the same
examining room with Reilly, Tiki definitely knew we were
there. I think he came home with us, and didn’t like the
new pup in the house!
So, I bravely went back inside and went to the place where
we keep Tiki’s remains. I sat down and told Tiki how sorry
I was for not explaining things to him. I proceeded to
tell him everything that had happened between the time we
left him at the Vet and that moment. I told him that I
will always love him, but I needed a new dog to fill my
heart with the same happiness he had given me.
Believe it or not, after the talk I had with Tiki, Reilly
began to act normally again. He no longer seemed agitated
near the areas Tiki used to frequent. And, I no longer had
the Vet on my caller ID without a message reminding me of
Reilly’s upcoming appointments! I think Tiki made it home
at last, and is now content.
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