08/14/2025
Losing Nacho was a heart-wrenching experience and also truly beautiful to be witness of his journey.
I am forever changed by that experience and by his love and companionship. I’d like to share about the day he left us earth side and what I experienced while working on him with Craniosacral.
For weeks, I witnessed his struggle; even the simplest tasks, like getting up to go outside became increasingly difficult for him. The day he passed there was a weight in the air. My husband gently carried Nacho into the yard for one last time. I watched him as he just plopped down on the grass in the middle of the front yard, he was becoming more fragile as the day went on. I sat beside him, placing my hands softly on his body, a silent communication of love and comfort. Just being with him. As I tapped into our connection, I could feel the heat radiating from him, the rhythm of his heartbeat, the fluids move and the weight of his pain.
My eyes shut and a vision unfolded—a large white stag appeared, standing gracefully among the Azalea bushes at the corner of our yard. It was a powerful presence, and I understood instinctively that it was there to guide Nacho home. Emotions washed over me; I knew this was the pivotal moment, the last day we would share together.
After a while, I stepped inside to check on the girls. When I returned to Nacho, he had moved to the very spot where I had envisioned the white stag. I knew his time on earth was near—like he was already reaching for the other side, seeking solace in that ethereal embrace.
Soon, the vet had arrived at our home. As I comforted Nacho in those final moments, my hands resting on him, the vet delivered the medication. With my eyes closed, I was deeply connected with him once more. I felt his fluids shifting and moving within, the essence of life still very vibrant, even as the vet softly confirmed that his heart had stopped. Despite his physical departure, I lingered, still sensing the warmth of his spirit and movement still happening in his body for a long while.
For the following days until he was cremated, unusual things happened —our dog door would open on its own, I felt Nacho's spirit close by, reminding me that he was not entirely gone. Once he was cremated those signs stop. But all those signs affirmed a belief I held dear: he had returned to the stars.
