What do my angels want me to know, well they told me this: in 1984, my very precious dog Konan died of a cerebral hemorrhage. He was nearly 12. He 'went down' in my house and I called my husband to come home immediately because Konan was dying. We took Konan to the vet in our truck ...
My husband rode in the back with him because he was afraid that in Konan's damaged brain, he might hurt me. When we arrived at the vet, I went in ... it took forever ... and my husband asked that I stay with Konan and he went in.
Immediately my dog calmed down. He knew me. When we took him in for the euthanasia, I was asked to leave ... and refused. I stayed with my dog as the breath of life left his body. I was devastated. 🙁
One week later, I had a dream in the middle of the afternoon. I was on a porch and this beautiful black dog (Konan was a black Lab), came up and I knew it was Konan come back to tell me good-bye. I put my arms around his neck and could feel his fur. When I awoke, I was crying. My dog had found a way back to be with me one more time. 🙂
