09/01/2025
When I was 12, I had a dog named Lucky. He was a small mixed breed, and I had been asking for a dog for a long time until my father finally gave in and we came home with him. Lucky and I grew together, and, being my first dog, we were very connected. He was a very active and free-spirited dog. He would sleep by my bed at night, and I always had my hand hanging off the side to touch him. He also had a box of toys next to him to console his need to chew. He was a very happy dog.
I would always say goodbye as I got on the bus that came to take me to school each day, but this one particular day, I felt rushed as I was late getting started for my day, and I didnโt take the time for our morning goodbyes, thinking I would see him soon. One of my greatest joys was Lucky waiting for me to get home from school, but this day was different and would stay with me through life.
Arriving home from school, I rushed into the house only to find that Lucky was nowhere to be found. I frantically started to call for him, and thatโs when my dad delivered the sad news to me. Lucky had gotten out of the front door and had run out into the road. He had been struck by a car and sadly had passed away. I was devastated. I cried and felt especially sad having not said goodbye to him that morning. I felt the pain and guilt that maybe he had run out looking for me.
My parents rarely left me alone, but one afternoon, a week after Luckyโs passing, they let me stay home as they went to run an errand. Coming out of my bedroom and heading into the living room, next to the fireplace, I saw Lucky! I couldnโt believe what I was seeing. He was sitting there bright as day with a bit smile on his lips and wagging his tail. He was so happy I could see him. I shouted his name and ran over to pat him, and I almost reached him when he disappeared.
I couldnโt believe what had just happened. I was so excited to see Lucky with that smile on his face and to see him so happy and very much alive. Our connection, Iโm sure, made this happen. He needed me to know he was okay, even though we could no longer be together in the physical world. Heading back into my room, I looked down to see that Luckyโs toys were out of the closet. My mom had put them away so as not to be a reminder, and to my surprise, they were newly chewed with tiny new bites in them, and they were placed all around the room. I couldnโt believe what I was seeing! I left the toys as they were to show my mom that Lucky had come to visit. My mom, being a medium herself, was amazed that Lucky had such energy that he left proof of his visit.
Being a little girl, it didnโt take all the pain away, but it surely helped knowing he was safe in Heaven and very much alive.
I hope my story helps heal a little part of your heart, knowing that love never dies and the bond between our beloved animals is stronger than death.
Medium Bonnie Page
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