Angel Pets Fan Club's blog listings. Feed Zend_Feed_Writer 1.10.8 (http://framework.zend.com) http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club THE MOST UNUSUAL DOG BOOK YOU WILL EVER READ A DOG NAMED LEAF: The Hero from Heaven Who Saved My Life
By Allen Anderson with Linda Anderson
Lyons Press (November 6, 2012)

THE MOST UNUSUAL DOG BOOK YOU WILL EVER READ

Allen and Linda Anderson adopted a traumatized one-year-old cocker spaniel who had been abandoned. Soon, the troubled dog they named “Leaf” turned their home into a war zone. Although Leaf and Allen were forging a friendship with visits to dog parks and bonding time, Leaf’s emotional issues overwhelmed the couple. Shortly after Leaf’s arrival, Allen, who had spent eight years as a big city police officer and survived so many close calls that Linda called him “Miracle Man,” received a diagnosis from his doctor that made him think his luck had finally run out. Allen had an unruptured brain aneurysm that could be fatal, and the surgery to repair it might leave him debilitated. Having seen his father live for years with the effects of a massive stroke, he dreaded that the worst fate might not be death. What Allen didn’t know is that he and Leaf, like comrades facing the ultimate battle, would be there for each other with the miracle of this man and this dog coming together at exactly the right time.

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Sun, 10 Jun 2012 16:08:01 -0500 http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2012/06/10/the_most_unusual_dog_book_you_will_ever_read http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2012/06/10/the_most_unusual_dog_book_you_will_ever_read A DOG NAMED LEAF: The Hero from Heaven Who Saved My Life
By Allen Anderson with Linda Anderson
Lyons Press (November 6, 2012)

THE MOST UNUSUAL DOG BOOK YOU WILL EVER READ

Allen and Linda Anderson adopted a traumatized one-year-old cocker spaniel who had been abandoned. Soon, the troubled dog they named “Leaf” turned their home into a war zone. Although Leaf and Allen were forging a friendship with visits to dog parks and bonding time, Leaf’s emotional issues overwhelmed the couple. Shortly after Leaf’s arrival, Allen, who had spent eight years as a big city police officer and survived so many close calls that Linda called him “Miracle Man,” received a diagnosis from his doctor that made him think his luck had finally run out. Allen had an unruptured brain aneurysm that could be fatal, and the surgery to repair it might leave him debilitated. Having seen his father live for years with the effects of a massive stroke, he dreaded that the worst fate might not be death. What Allen didn’t know is that he and Leaf, like comrades facing the ultimate battle, would be there for each other with the miracle of this man and this dog coming together at exactly the right time.

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ORDER NOW ON AMAZON
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ORDER NOW AT BARNES AND NOBLE
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Allen and Linda Anderson
Angel Animals Network – Where Pets Are Family
www.angelanimals.net

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Facebook Pages to Visit -- Fun Visit any of the Facebook Pages, Twitter, and forums below to comment on past and current articles and stories. We look forward to reading your comments, stories, and answers to questions posed in the newsletter. This is a great way to get to know other people's thoughts, experiences, and concerns about the angel animals who share their lives.

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YOUR RECOMMENDATIONS
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ANGEL DOGS: DIVINE MESSENGERS OF LOVE
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ANGEL CATS: DIVINE MESSENGERS OF COMFORT
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ANGEL HORSES: DIVINE MESSENGERS OF HOPE
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PET FRIENDLY AMERICA
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WHEN MEN LOVE CATS
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ANIMALS AND THE KIDS WHO LOVE THEM
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SAYING GOODBYE TO YOUR ANGEL ANIMALS
www.facebook.com/sayinggoodbyetoyourange...

RESCUED: SAVING ANIMALS FROM DISASTER
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HORSES WITH A MISSION
www.facebook.com/angelhorseswithamission

LEAF, SPIRITUAL HERO DOG
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A DOG NAMED LEAF: THE HERO FROM HEAVEN WHO SAVED MY LIFE
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LAKE HARRIET
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Sun, 10 Jun 2012 16:07:24 -0500 http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2012/06/10/facebook_pages_to_visit_--_fun http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2012/06/10/facebook_pages_to_visit_--_fun Visit any of the Facebook Pages, Twitter, and forums below to comment on past and current articles and stories. We look forward to reading your comments, stories, and answers to questions posed in the newsletter. This is a great way to get to know other people's thoughts, experiences, and concerns about the angel animals who share their lives.

Check out our Twitter site at www.twitter.com/angelanimals

ANGEL ANIMALS NETWORK
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ALLEN AND LINDA ANDERSON
www.facebook.com/allenandlindaanderson

YOUR RECOMMENDATIONS
www.facebook.com/yourrecommendations

ANGEL DOGS: DIVINE MESSENGERS OF LOVE
www.facebook.com/loveangeldogs

ANGEL CATS: DIVINE MESSENGERS OF COMFORT
www.facebook.com/loveangelcats

ANGEL HORSES: DIVINE MESSENGERS OF HOPE
www.facebook.com/loveangelhorses

LIFE IS YOUR PAGE
www.facebook.com/lifeisyourpage

DOGS AND THE WOMEN WHO LOVE THEM
www.facebook.com/dogsandthewomenwholovet...

PET FRIENDLY AMERICA
www.facebook.com/petfriendlyamerica

WHEN MEN LOVE CATS
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ANIMALS AND THE KIDS WHO LOVE THEM
www.facebook.com/animalsandthekidswholov...

SAYING GOODBYE TO YOUR ANGEL ANIMALS
www.facebook.com/sayinggoodbyetoyourange...

RESCUED: SAVING ANIMALS FROM DISASTER
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HORSES WITH A MISSION
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LEAF, SPIRITUAL HERO DOG
www.facebook.com/leafdogbookauthor

A DOG NAMED LEAF: THE HERO FROM HEAVEN WHO SAVED MY LIFE
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WOOF, MEOW, WRITE, PUBLISH: WRITING ABOUT PETS AND ANIMALS FOR LOVE AND MONEY
www.facebook.com/woofmeowwritepublish

MINNEHAHA OFF-LEASH RECREATION AREA
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LAKE HARRIET
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Allen and Linda Anderson
Angel Animals Network – Where Pets Are Family
www.angelanimals.net

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What are your tips for reassuring yourself and your pets while you are away? A SUMMER OF TRAVEL

During the warmer months many will go on trips, vacations, and travel for work. There are occasion when we (Linda and Allen) travel and we always make sure our animal family members are taken care of if one of us is not home with them. When one of us is traveling and the other is at home, the absent partner calls.

We're not only checking in with each other but we take this opportunity to exchange small talk with the dog and cat. All right, it would sound silly to someone overhearing us chatting with Leaf while his tail circles as he wags

If you have a speakerphone for this type of call, that is even better. Then the at-home recipient doesn't have to sit for five minutes holding a phone to the dog's ear. (Our bird hears telephone conversations all the way from the other room!)

If you have a pet-sitter (who won't think you're nuts), you can arrange to phone home when the sitter will be at the house. Then your animals will get their daily dose of love and encouragement.

If you have a video cam, you can videotape yourself talking to your dog or cat and have it played once a day by the at-home person or pet sitter. (Record an audiocassette tape also so you can speak soothingly and reduce your pet's separation anxiety.) The reassurance of your voice and image will be the highlight of your animal companion's day.

What are your tips for reassuring yourself and your pets while you are away?


Allen and Linda Anderson
Angel Animals Network – Where Pets Are Family
www.angelanimals.net

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Sun, 10 Jun 2012 16:06:08 -0500 http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2012/06/10/what_are_your_tips_for_reassuring_yourself_and_your_pets_while_you_are_away http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2012/06/10/what_are_your_tips_for_reassuring_yourself_and_your_pets_while_you_are_away A SUMMER OF TRAVEL

During the warmer months many will go on trips, vacations, and travel for work. There are occasion when we (Linda and Allen) travel and we always make sure our animal family members are taken care of if one of us is not home with them. When one of us is traveling and the other is at home, the absent partner calls.

We're not only checking in with each other but we take this opportunity to exchange small talk with the dog and cat. All right, it would sound silly to someone overhearing us chatting with Leaf while his tail circles as he wags

If you have a speakerphone for this type of call, that is even better. Then the at-home recipient doesn't have to sit for five minutes holding a phone to the dog's ear. (Our bird hears telephone conversations all the way from the other room!)

If you have a pet-sitter (who won't think you're nuts), you can arrange to phone home when the sitter will be at the house. Then your animals will get their daily dose of love and encouragement.

If you have a video cam, you can videotape yourself talking to your dog or cat and have it played once a day by the at-home person or pet sitter. (Record an audiocassette tape also so you can speak soothingly and reduce your pet's separation anxiety.) The reassurance of your voice and image will be the highlight of your animal companion's day.

What are your tips for reassuring yourself and your pets while you are away?


Allen and Linda Anderson
Angel Animals Network – Where Pets Are Family
www.angelanimals.net

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What is it about women and dogs? Awhile back, there was a poll that found women preferred the company of their dogs to their spouses or significant others. Guess the human males growled more than their canine competitors for female affection.

To be serious, though, over the years since we have been collecting and writing stories for Angel Animals books, etc. we've observed how deeply women and dogs bond. They seem to bring out the best in each other.

Now, we're giving all of you the chance to enter our Dogs and the Women Who Love Them True Story Contest. We're looking for stories about canine-female teams that formed deep bonds of companionship and led to compassionate and courageous acts of kindness or service.

Think about some of the following scenarios that you may have been part of and see if you want to write a story about any of them:

* Has a dog(s) been there for a woman during challenging times or major events in her life?
* Have there been times when a dog has protected people from danger or warned them of possible danger?
* Have a woman and a dog teamed up to fulfill a life purpose and/or perform extraordinary acts of service?

This contest hopes to find life stories of remarkable women with dogs who are fulfilling their callings to the benefit of themselves and others. It will also focus on finding the best stories about dogs' unconditional love and acceptance. From dogs as protectors to partners in the dance of life, the contest will honor a relationship that is like no other.

Any contest entries, but especially those of the winners, will be considered for possible publication in the new book Dogs and the Women Who Love Them by Allen and Linda Anderson to be published by New World Library in Fall 2010. Previous books in the Angel Animals series have included many stories that were contest entries.

We're looking forward to reading your stories, so go to the website, www.angelanimals.net/cont... />sts.html and fill out the contest entry form. Send in your stories.

What have dogs taught you about love, life, and yourself?

Allen and Linda Anderson
Angel Animals Network
www.angelanimals.net

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Mon, 23 Mar 2009 16:17:40 -0500 http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2009/03/23/what_is_it_about_women_and_dogs http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2009/03/23/what_is_it_about_women_and_dogs Awhile back, there was a poll that found women preferred the company of their dogs to their spouses or significant others. Guess the human males growled more than their canine competitors for female affection.

To be serious, though, over the years since we have been collecting and writing stories for Angel Animals books, etc. we've observed how deeply women and dogs bond. They seem to bring out the best in each other.

Now, we're giving all of you the chance to enter our Dogs and the Women Who Love Them True Story Contest. We're looking for stories about canine-female teams that formed deep bonds of companionship and led to compassionate and courageous acts of kindness or service.

Think about some of the following scenarios that you may have been part of and see if you want to write a story about any of them:

* Has a dog(s) been there for a woman during challenging times or major events in her life?
* Have there been times when a dog has protected people from danger or warned them of possible danger?
* Have a woman and a dog teamed up to fulfill a life purpose and/or perform extraordinary acts of service?

This contest hopes to find life stories of remarkable women with dogs who are fulfilling their callings to the benefit of themselves and others. It will also focus on finding the best stories about dogs' unconditional love and acceptance. From dogs as protectors to partners in the dance of life, the contest will honor a relationship that is like no other.

Any contest entries, but especially those of the winners, will be considered for possible publication in the new book Dogs and the Women Who Love Them by Allen and Linda Anderson to be published by New World Library in Fall 2010. Previous books in the Angel Animals series have included many stories that were contest entries.

We're looking forward to reading your stories, so go to the website, www.angelanimals.net/cont... />sts.html and fill out the contest entry form. Send in your stories.

What have dogs taught you about love, life, and yourself?

Allen and Linda Anderson
Angel Animals Network
www.angelanimals.net

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Why Share Your Animal Stories? Last week, we got a call from a man who had been to the Angel Animals website and read stories there. Some of the stories might have come from you. We wanted to let you know one example of how sharing your uplifting animal stories helps people.

The man had recently endured a terrible loss. He'd found his son dead in the young man's home. The son's dog had remained by his side for three days. He wouldn't even leave for food or water. The dog howled when the son's body was taken away, grieving over his dear friend.

The dog's display of emotions and loyalty had moved the father so much that he went on the Internet to search for information about dogs. When he found our website, he read through stories. He said, "I never knew what dogs are capable of till now."

He had called us because the stories inspired him to donate to organizations that train service dogs. Linda gave him a couple of suggestions and told him what keywords to use for finding such charities.

So there you have it -- one more reason for sharing your stories in the Angel Animals Story of the Week and for our books. One more reason for telling your stories about the incredible benefits of human-animal companionship to family, friends, and anyone else who will listen.

When you make your stories public, you affect people and animals in ways you will probably never know about. But someday, when you have the opportunity to look back on your life, a Divine hand may show you all the connecting threads that came about through an animal who gave love and a human who shared that love with others.

What stories would you like to share?

Allen and Linda Anderson
Angel Animals Network
www.angelanimals.net

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Tue, 03 Mar 2009 10:59:09 -0600 http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2009/03/03/why_share_your_animal_stories__ http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2009/03/03/why_share_your_animal_stories__ Last week, we got a call from a man who had been to the Angel Animals website and read stories there. Some of the stories might have come from you. We wanted to let you know one example of how sharing your uplifting animal stories helps people.

The man had recently endured a terrible loss. He'd found his son dead in the young man's home. The son's dog had remained by his side for three days. He wouldn't even leave for food or water. The dog howled when the son's body was taken away, grieving over his dear friend.

The dog's display of emotions and loyalty had moved the father so much that he went on the Internet to search for information about dogs. When he found our website, he read through stories. He said, "I never knew what dogs are capable of till now."

He had called us because the stories inspired him to donate to organizations that train service dogs. Linda gave him a couple of suggestions and told him what keywords to use for finding such charities.

So there you have it -- one more reason for sharing your stories in the Angel Animals Story of the Week and for our books. One more reason for telling your stories about the incredible benefits of human-animal companionship to family, friends, and anyone else who will listen.

When you make your stories public, you affect people and animals in ways you will probably never know about. But someday, when you have the opportunity to look back on your life, a Divine hand may show you all the connecting threads that came about through an animal who gave love and a human who shared that love with others.

What stories would you like to share?

Allen and Linda Anderson
Angel Animals Network
www.angelanimals.net

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Our Dog Hero, Jessie OUR DOG HERO, JESSIE 
By Anna Samarenko   

Recently I went on a trip to the states and saw your book ANGEL ANIMALS in the airport. Being an animal lover, I decided to buy it. What a fantastic read. You had me crying and smiling at the same time.

I thought I would also share with you my story of an angel animal who saved a little girl's life.

During the Easter holidays four or five years ago, some family friends came to stay with us for a couple of days. It was a family with two children, the youngest being four years old.

At this time we had a wonderful German shepherd called Jessie. She had started life abandoned.  I had rescued her as a puppy from a shelter when she was four months old.

Jessie not only adored children but was also a very good guard dog. Her favorite activity was pretending to be a lifeguard at our outside pool and barking loudly if anyone stayed underwater for longer than a minute. She had done this for several years, and as soon as someone decided to go swimming, Jessie would be by his or her side. Occasionally and accidentally on purpose she would fall in the pool as she loved to swim herself.

One day the four-year-old girl decided that she was going swimming and didn't tell anyone. She was not able to swim without floatation armbands but she had not put them on. Luckily Jessie was with her. Our dog realized something was wrong when the girl didn't come out of the water for a long time.

Jessie ran into the house. She could open any door with her weight on the door handle. She started barking at the girl's father. He wasn't a great dog lover so told her to be quiet and ignored her.

Jessie realized that this tactic was not going to work, so she bit his trouser leg and pulled him towards her. As she did this, she ripped the bottom of his trousers and ran to the pool with the cloth in her mouth. The father then chased her outside where he realized his little girl was in trouble.

He dived in and saved her. Only then did he apologize to me about all the names he had called Jessie while chasing her. By then he knew that Jessie had saved his daughter that day.

Jessie truly was God's gift to humans. She was such an amazing animal.

BIO:
Anna Samarenko is twenty-three years old. She is studying equine business management in London and regularly competes in dressage. She has five horses and one rescue dog.

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT:

Has an animal done something unusual that alerted you to a dangerous situation?

 

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Sun, 13 Apr 2008 22:09:42 -0500 http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2008/04/13/our_dog_hero_jessie http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2008/04/13/our_dog_hero_jessie OUR DOG HERO, JESSIE 
By Anna Samarenko   

Recently I went on a trip to the states and saw your book ANGEL ANIMALS in the airport. Being an animal lover, I decided to buy it. What a fantastic read. You had me crying and smiling at the same time.

I thought I would also share with you my story of an angel animal who saved a little girl's life.

During the Easter holidays four or five years ago, some family friends came to stay with us for a couple of days. It was a family with two children, the youngest being four years old.

At this time we had a wonderful German shepherd called Jessie. She had started life abandoned.  I had rescued her as a puppy from a shelter when she was four months old.

Jessie not only adored children but was also a very good guard dog. Her favorite activity was pretending to be a lifeguard at our outside pool and barking loudly if anyone stayed underwater for longer than a minute. She had done this for several years, and as soon as someone decided to go swimming, Jessie would be by his or her side. Occasionally and accidentally on purpose she would fall in the pool as she loved to swim herself.

One day the four-year-old girl decided that she was going swimming and didn't tell anyone. She was not able to swim without floatation armbands but she had not put them on. Luckily Jessie was with her. Our dog realized something was wrong when the girl didn't come out of the water for a long time.

Jessie ran into the house. She could open any door with her weight on the door handle. She started barking at the girl's father. He wasn't a great dog lover so told her to be quiet and ignored her.

Jessie realized that this tactic was not going to work, so she bit his trouser leg and pulled him towards her. As she did this, she ripped the bottom of his trousers and ran to the pool with the cloth in her mouth. The father then chased her outside where he realized his little girl was in trouble.

He dived in and saved her. Only then did he apologize to me about all the names he had called Jessie while chasing her. By then he knew that Jessie had saved his daughter that day.

Jessie truly was God's gift to humans. She was such an amazing animal.

BIO:
Anna Samarenko is twenty-three years old. She is studying equine business management in London and regularly competes in dressage. She has five horses and one rescue dog.

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT:

Has an animal done something unusual that alerted you to a dangerous situation?

 

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The Cat Who Came Back Home THE CAT WHO CAME BACK HOME

By Eliza Gilner  

 

Cats have always been in my life.  Some of my earliest memories involve them. I feel closer to cats than I do to anything else.

 

When I was ten, Lion-o was born and came into my life. He was an orange and white American short hair. We were inseparable. He would follow me everywhere, even to school.  I would have to tell him to go home, and usually he would obey and go.

 

When I came home he'd run to me. I would pick him up, and he'd wrap his paws around my neck and snuggle close.  He was my cat soul mate. We spent many happy years together.

 

Sadly when he was only eleven, Lion-o was taken from me. He developed a horrible illness that could not be cured. I dreamed about him constantly. I cried all the time for him; my grief could not be stopped.

 

For two years I begged God to bring Lion-o back to me.  I had for a while stopped having dreams of him. Then one night, I had such a vivid dream of Lion-o that I thought he had never died.

 

The next day I found a litter of kittens one of my cats had had outside my window.  We brought them inside, and found a baby to whom I was absolutely drawn. I thought it was my Lion-o come home.

 

It turned out that this kitten was not Lion-o, but he had certain qualities that reminded me of him. His name is Jerrybear.  He helped to bring me back. He showed me love and devotion, just as Lion-o had done.  He followed me everywhere, gave licky kisses, and was just the sweetest cat you could ever meet.

 

The dreams of Lion-o stopped for a long time.  I knew Lion-o had sent Jerrybear to me, so I could go on and live again.  Jerrybear had filled the void that Lion-o left.  I still thought of Lion-o often, and my grief was still there although not as bad.

 

Three years after Jerrybear was born, I went through a very rough patch in my life. I was sitting in the cafeteria where I work and was close to tears about the whole situation. I started thinking about Lion-o.  I whispered, "I miss you Lion-o. I wish you were still here so I could see and hold you. I need you. "

 

I heard a shuffling noise and turned around but saw nothing. When I turned back again to the table, I saw Lion-o. He was cleaning himself. He stopped and looked at me, gave me kissy eyes, and jumped off the table.  I looked to see where he went and called his name,

but he was gone.  I started feeling a lot better and had this excited feeling in the pit of my stomach, though I did not know what it meant.

 

That weekend I went to visit my mother. One of her cats had just had kittens a few weeks earlier. All of them, except for one, were fuzzy orange and white babies.  I put them all on her bed to get a good look at them.  They were running around the bed, mewing and having fun.

 

All but one was playing. He just stared at me.  There was a look of knowing on his face. He proceeded to walk up to me and reached up with his paws as if to hug me.  I looked at him and I asked, "Lion-o?"

 

The kitten started purring and pawing at me. I picked him up. He put those paws on my chest because he was too small to hug properly. I started crying. He kept right on purring. Eventually he fell asleep in my arms.  My baby had come home to me.  It was the happiest day I had had in a long time.

 

This kitten came to live with Jerrybear and me.  At first, Jerrybear was a little upset when I brought Lion-o home. He hissed and tried to attack, but Lion-o did nothing. He knew not to retaliate.  Soon, though, both cats learned to love each other.  Jerrybear knew who

Lion-o was.

 

Now I have two wonderful guardian cat angels to love and watch over me.  I thank God for them everyday and love and kiss them all the time. I make sure they both know how much they are loved and how they saved my life.

 

So my angel, Lion-o, sent another angel, Jerrybear, until he  returned. Now I have two angels.

 

BIO:

Eliza Gilner is at the moment a secretary at a mental health facility.  She is also a singer, musician, devoted mommy to six beautiful cats and an animal lover and protector.  Eliza lives on Long Island with her fiance and her mentally disabled brother. Someday, Eliza hopes to have a cat farm, where anyone can bring cats to her and adopt them too.  She wants this so fewer cats will be hungry and homeless and unloved.

 

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT:

 Have you been re-gifted with an angel animal who returned?
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Wed, 06 Feb 2008 21:43:58 -0600 http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2008/02/06/the_cat_who_came_back_home http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2008/02/06/the_cat_who_came_back_home THE CAT WHO CAME BACK HOME

By Eliza Gilner  

 

Cats have always been in my life.  Some of my earliest memories involve them. I feel closer to cats than I do to anything else.

 

When I was ten, Lion-o was born and came into my life. He was an orange and white American short hair. We were inseparable. He would follow me everywhere, even to school.  I would have to tell him to go home, and usually he would obey and go.

 

When I came home he'd run to me. I would pick him up, and he'd wrap his paws around my neck and snuggle close.  He was my cat soul mate. We spent many happy years together.

 

Sadly when he was only eleven, Lion-o was taken from me. He developed a horrible illness that could not be cured. I dreamed about him constantly. I cried all the time for him; my grief could not be stopped.

 

For two years I begged God to bring Lion-o back to me.  I had for a while stopped having dreams of him. Then one night, I had such a vivid dream of Lion-o that I thought he had never died.

 

The next day I found a litter of kittens one of my cats had had outside my window.  We brought them inside, and found a baby to whom I was absolutely drawn. I thought it was my Lion-o come home.

 

It turned out that this kitten was not Lion-o, but he had certain qualities that reminded me of him. His name is Jerrybear.  He helped to bring me back. He showed me love and devotion, just as Lion-o had done.  He followed me everywhere, gave licky kisses, and was just the sweetest cat you could ever meet.

 

The dreams of Lion-o stopped for a long time.  I knew Lion-o had sent Jerrybear to me, so I could go on and live again.  Jerrybear had filled the void that Lion-o left.  I still thought of Lion-o often, and my grief was still there although not as bad.

 

Three years after Jerrybear was born, I went through a very rough patch in my life. I was sitting in the cafeteria where I work and was close to tears about the whole situation. I started thinking about Lion-o.  I whispered, "I miss you Lion-o. I wish you were still here so I could see and hold you. I need you. "

 

I heard a shuffling noise and turned around but saw nothing. When I turned back again to the table, I saw Lion-o. He was cleaning himself. He stopped and looked at me, gave me kissy eyes, and jumped off the table.  I looked to see where he went and called his name,

but he was gone.  I started feeling a lot better and had this excited feeling in the pit of my stomach, though I did not know what it meant.

 

That weekend I went to visit my mother. One of her cats had just had kittens a few weeks earlier. All of them, except for one, were fuzzy orange and white babies.  I put them all on her bed to get a good look at them.  They were running around the bed, mewing and having fun.

 

All but one was playing. He just stared at me.  There was a look of knowing on his face. He proceeded to walk up to me and reached up with his paws as if to hug me.  I looked at him and I asked, "Lion-o?"

 

The kitten started purring and pawing at me. I picked him up. He put those paws on my chest because he was too small to hug properly. I started crying. He kept right on purring. Eventually he fell asleep in my arms.  My baby had come home to me.  It was the happiest day I had had in a long time.

 

This kitten came to live with Jerrybear and me.  At first, Jerrybear was a little upset when I brought Lion-o home. He hissed and tried to attack, but Lion-o did nothing. He knew not to retaliate.  Soon, though, both cats learned to love each other.  Jerrybear knew who

Lion-o was.

 

Now I have two wonderful guardian cat angels to love and watch over me.  I thank God for them everyday and love and kiss them all the time. I make sure they both know how much they are loved and how they saved my life.

 

So my angel, Lion-o, sent another angel, Jerrybear, until he  returned. Now I have two angels.

 

BIO:

Eliza Gilner is at the moment a secretary at a mental health facility.  She is also a singer, musician, devoted mommy to six beautiful cats and an animal lover and protector.  Eliza lives on Long Island with her fiance and her mentally disabled brother. Someday, Eliza hopes to have a cat farm, where anyone can bring cats to her and adopt them too.  She wants this so fewer cats will be hungry and homeless and unloved.

 

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT:

 Have you been re-gifted with an angel animal who returned?
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When the Rainbow Appears WHEN THE RAINBOW APPEARS

By Linda Turner-Zwetkov

 

My beloved Chihuahua, Benny, who is ten years old, was recently diagnosed with an enlarged heart more than double its size and with fluid in his lungs. Basically he was on the verge of a heart attack.

 

The good Lord has been keeping him alive, and I've learned so, so much about what to do when grief grabs hold of your heart. I must confess that I didn't take it like a champ. Quite the contrary, I sobbed like a baby. But finally I realized I was allowing myself to be far too negative. So I decided to examine the truth.

 

Benny is still alive, still breathing, and he even sometimes plays Catch the Tiger. His brush with death is bringing me to a new perspective of how to look at death, especially the death of someone so close to your heart as your dear pet. When this happens, you're looking death square in the eye and you dare not blink first.

 

When I think about death, though, I am forced to think about life. Death, after all, is part of the laws of our earthly plane. There's no getting around it. The good news is, it's not an end. Those of us who have experienced that Other Side know this very well.  And the better news is, it's a wonderful, new beginning. A new lease, so to speak.

 

I was watching Benny just now and thinking that I should just be thankful for every minute he's alive. And later on, when he's further "alived" by God and taken to a better world, I should be thankful that I have an angel waiting for me.

 

I shouldn't weep over my dear butterfly's lost cocoon. It would sadden my little Benny to see me sobbing and grieving. I don't think he would be able to understand it, because he'd be happy and light. He'd be pain-free and joyous but then he'd see me freaking out. That would then create a conflict for him -- he who loves me dearly.

 

If we believe in a life hereafter, which I am convinced exists, then it's logical that those who have gone to it before us are no longer bound by this blind state we continue to live in. They see and love us still. They most likely would choose to stay with us if we were grieving for them so strongly.

 

So I'm realizing that I need to see the bright side of this shadow of death. "For God is with me." I don't need to fear it for my dog and I certainly don't fear for myself. I know it's real. There is true love, and it is endless and eternal. The short pipeline that gets us through this life and into the next one is stronger, even than death.

 

An angel named Benny has touched my life. The amazing thing is, that the encounter was not for a moment, as some phantom that comes and goes and seems miraculous. Instead, I've had ten wonderful, love-filled, enchanted years with a little dog whose greatest happiness is to be with me.

 

How can I be sad, when a soul as marvelous as Benny is chosen to live on the other side of the rainbow and will greet me when I arrive at a little bit later date? Why should I be sad about that?

 

As Benny looks up at me, sometimes weakly, sometimes lively, then weak again, then excited, then weak, my emotions are being worked on. It is difficult to stay on an even keel. However, I can't lean on my own strength. It isn't there. So I trust in the strength of Someone whose strength is endless.

 

My Ben, I thank God you are here right now. Thank you for staying with me a little longer on this rough path. When I see your wonderful tail wag as I walk in the door, I thank God for the blessing to see those loving eyes one more time. And the happiest time is yet to come when we will never be apart again,

 

But. . . How could I not miss you? You've shown me that true love exists and never ever dies. How could I not want to see you every day for all of my life and into forever? How could I not want to be with you? You've been my best friend. Finally, I know what that really means. You've taught me to be a friend.

 

You gave me your all your love and then some. Now, you're tired.

 

If I love you, I'll let you rest. I'll let that wonderful head lay down one last time and fall into a long, restful sleep, without pain and filled with joy and fun doggy things to do. Till we meet again up there.

 

I'll meet you on the other side of the mists. Out of the shadows and into the springtime of love. I'll see you waiting for me, wagging your tail and running towards me as you've always done here on earth and just for me.

 

Adoringly, your earth Mom, Linda

 

A few final thoughts:

 

If you find out that your beloved angel is on his or her way home, take those last minutes, hours, or days to shower him with a well-deserved love. When he gets to the Other Side, you can know your angel knows he's loved on this side. You will meet again.

 

If your beloved pet dies suddenly and unexpectedly, then you can rest assured that he's now closer to you than ever and in a far better place, still aware of your love, for your hearts are always connected.

 

Of course you'll cry, but remember: he's no longer in pain. He's playing and running and leaping.  He's not alone. He's joyous and in heaven with all the other doggie angels waiting for their masters to follow them the rest of the Way.

 

You will meet again and again and again and again. You will always, always meet again. Even as the tears well up, I know that we are not apart.

 

"For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of him who hath subjected the same in hope, because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God." (Romans 8:20, 21)

 

BIO:

Linda Turner-Zwetkov is an American living in Austria since 1980. She has a husband, a daughter, three grandchildren, and four dogs. For thirty years Linda was involved in full-time Christian work in seven countries. The experiences she gained in such work were the fuel that ignited her ambition to write. Storytelling has always been Linda's thing, and when she saw how much these stories helped people, she got serious about writing them down. She is the co-founder and president of Children's Bridge of Hope, a non-profit society dedicated to rescuing abandoned babies in Romania. (www.childrensbridgeofhope.org)

  

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT:

 How have you treasured the final moments with your beloved pet?
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By Linda Turner-Zwetkov

 

My beloved Chihuahua, Benny, who is ten years old, was recently diagnosed with an enlarged heart more than double its size and with fluid in his lungs. Basically he was on the verge of a heart attack.

 

The good Lord has been keeping him alive, and I've learned so, so much about what to do when grief grabs hold of your heart. I must confess that I didn't take it like a champ. Quite the contrary, I sobbed like a baby. But finally I realized I was allowing myself to be far too negative. So I decided to examine the truth.

 

Benny is still alive, still breathing, and he even sometimes plays Catch the Tiger. His brush with death is bringing me to a new perspective of how to look at death, especially the death of someone so close to your heart as your dear pet. When this happens, you're looking death square in the eye and you dare not blink first.

 

When I think about death, though, I am forced to think about life. Death, after all, is part of the laws of our earthly plane. There's no getting around it. The good news is, it's not an end. Those of us who have experienced that Other Side know this very well.  And the better news is, it's a wonderful, new beginning. A new lease, so to speak.

 

I was watching Benny just now and thinking that I should just be thankful for every minute he's alive. And later on, when he's further "alived" by God and taken to a better world, I should be thankful that I have an angel waiting for me.

 

I shouldn't weep over my dear butterfly's lost cocoon. It would sadden my little Benny to see me sobbing and grieving. I don't think he would be able to understand it, because he'd be happy and light. He'd be pain-free and joyous but then he'd see me freaking out. That would then create a conflict for him -- he who loves me dearly.

 

If we believe in a life hereafter, which I am convinced exists, then it's logical that those who have gone to it before us are no longer bound by this blind state we continue to live in. They see and love us still. They most likely would choose to stay with us if we were grieving for them so strongly.

 

So I'm realizing that I need to see the bright side of this shadow of death. "For God is with me." I don't need to fear it for my dog and I certainly don't fear for myself. I know it's real. There is true love, and it is endless and eternal. The short pipeline that gets us through this life and into the next one is stronger, even than death.

 

An angel named Benny has touched my life. The amazing thing is, that the encounter was not for a moment, as some phantom that comes and goes and seems miraculous. Instead, I've had ten wonderful, love-filled, enchanted years with a little dog whose greatest happiness is to be with me.

 

How can I be sad, when a soul as marvelous as Benny is chosen to live on the other side of the rainbow and will greet me when I arrive at a little bit later date? Why should I be sad about that?

 

As Benny looks up at me, sometimes weakly, sometimes lively, then weak again, then excited, then weak, my emotions are being worked on. It is difficult to stay on an even keel. However, I can't lean on my own strength. It isn't there. So I trust in the strength of Someone whose strength is endless.

 

My Ben, I thank God you are here right now. Thank you for staying with me a little longer on this rough path. When I see your wonderful tail wag as I walk in the door, I thank God for the blessing to see those loving eyes one more time. And the happiest time is yet to come when we will never be apart again,

 

But. . . How could I not miss you? You've shown me that true love exists and never ever dies. How could I not want to see you every day for all of my life and into forever? How could I not want to be with you? You've been my best friend. Finally, I know what that really means. You've taught me to be a friend.

 

You gave me your all your love and then some. Now, you're tired.

 

If I love you, I'll let you rest. I'll let that wonderful head lay down one last time and fall into a long, restful sleep, without pain and filled with joy and fun doggy things to do. Till we meet again up there.

 

I'll meet you on the other side of the mists. Out of the shadows and into the springtime of love. I'll see you waiting for me, wagging your tail and running towards me as you've always done here on earth and just for me.

 

Adoringly, your earth Mom, Linda

 

A few final thoughts:

 

If you find out that your beloved angel is on his or her way home, take those last minutes, hours, or days to shower him with a well-deserved love. When he gets to the Other Side, you can know your angel knows he's loved on this side. You will meet again.

 

If your beloved pet dies suddenly and unexpectedly, then you can rest assured that he's now closer to you than ever and in a far better place, still aware of your love, for your hearts are always connected.

 

Of course you'll cry, but remember: he's no longer in pain. He's playing and running and leaping.  He's not alone. He's joyous and in heaven with all the other doggie angels waiting for their masters to follow them the rest of the Way.

 

You will meet again and again and again and again. You will always, always meet again. Even as the tears well up, I know that we are not apart.

 

"For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of him who hath subjected the same in hope, because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God." (Romans 8:20, 21)

 

BIO:

Linda Turner-Zwetkov is an American living in Austria since 1980. She has a husband, a daughter, three grandchildren, and four dogs. For thirty years Linda was involved in full-time Christian work in seven countries. The experiences she gained in such work were the fuel that ignited her ambition to write. Storytelling has always been Linda's thing, and when she saw how much these stories helped people, she got serious about writing them down. She is the co-founder and president of Children's Bridge of Hope, a non-profit society dedicated to rescuing abandoned babies in Romania. (www.childrensbridgeofhope.org)

  

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT:

 How have you treasured the final moments with your beloved pet?
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Ginger's Coincidences GINGER'S COINCIDENCES

By Marci Garcia

 

I have had dogs all my life. They are my favorite creatures, especially the Dachshund breed.  I have had three Daschunds in my adult life, but eventually they all passed away.

 

My husband, Mark, and I went two years without any dogs. During this time I missed them terribly.  Mark and I have no children, and I feel the need to take care of something small and cuddly like the Dachshund.  I missed the happy greetings, taking them for walks, and most of all, their happy wet kisses.

 

I started speaking to Mark about getting another Dachshund. I told him the one I want must be a cuddler and a bit mischievous. I was trying to talk Mark into having the new puppy sleep with us in our bed.  Finally after quite a bit of convincing, he said yes. I started looking immediately.

 

The first place we went to see some puppies, I had no connection with them. So I continued to look.  I called another woman and made an appointment for the following morning to see her two Dachshunds. The morning we were going to see the puppies, Mark and I were lying in bed, talking. I told him I wanted to get my puppy a diamond rhinestone collar.

 

When we arrived at the lady's house, she brought out two Dachshund puppies, and I sat on the floor with them. One of the puppies ran as fast as she could, jumped on my lap, and kissed my face. My eyes instantly filled with tears of happiness. I squeezed the puppy tight. My husband and I said, "This is the one we want."

 

The woman asked what I was going to name her. I said, "Ginger, because her fur is the color of gingersnap cookies."

 

She replied that once she had a Dachshund named Ginger.  As she was getting the paperwork finished, she said, "I have one more thing for you."  She walked out of the room and brought back the most beautiful diamond rhinestone collar. It looked like the one I had wanted to get for my new puppy. I knew something special had just happened.

 

Ginger is a wonderful girl. She is everything I had dreamed of and more.  She loves to snuggle and will let me hold her for hours. When she is exceptionally happy, she will take my nose in her mouth and bite ever so gently.  She and our chocolate Lab, Luke, are my constant companions.

 

One late afternoon Mark and I were on a walk with Ginger and Luke. Ginger was a few steps beside me.  In the next minute I heard this awful yelping from a dog. I looked down at my side and saw that Ginger was gone. I knew it was her yelping.

 

Mark ran into the brush to look for her.  I heard yelping three more times and then, there was silence. My heart was breaking. At the same time all of this commotion was going on, a good friend dropped by and was standing on our deck. He said he had seen a coyote chasing Ginger through the avocado grove.

 

He jumped in his truck and drove down the road to the avocado grove where Mark and I met him.  We searched desperately for Ginger. When we finally found her, she was lying lifelessly in the dried avocado leaves on the ground.  Mark picked her up and carried her to our friend's truck and placed her on the tailgate.

 

She was barely breathing and covered in blood. We rushed her to the vet where she stayed over night and had surgery She had over a dozen bite wounds, a punctured lung, and a rib was separated from her chest wall.

 

The coyote could not give Ginger a fatal bite to the neck, because she was wearing an old collar of Luke's that he had outgrown. There were bite marks on the collar, but they never

penetrated the material. The collar worked like a piece of armor. I was so thankful we had put Luke's old collar on Ginger before our walk. That was the first time she had wore it.

 

I was also very thankful our friend had dropped by at the time of the attack. I believe when the coyote heard the truck arrive at the grove, it scared him away and kept him from doing more harm to Ginger.  I also think when Ginger and Luke wrestled, it taught her how to defend herself from a larger dog.  All these things helped to save her life.

 

It took a while for Ginger to heal, but she is back to her normal self now. She and Luke still love to wrestle. This is a funny sight because he kneels on his front legs and only uses his head, resting on the ground, making funny noises.  Ginger jumps, wiggles, and growls around his head.  The oddest thing is this little ten-pound Dachshund is the alpha dog over Luke who is seventy-five pounds.  So she really did turn out to be my mischievous girl.

 

Today Ginger is four, and Luke will soon be four.  These two dogs bring my husband and I much joy and laughter.  I love to hear their paws running through our home.  They make our home more complete with their constant love and companionship.

 

BIO:

Marci Garcia lives in Valley Center, a rural town in San Diego County, California.  Her husband, Mark, has a small construction business, and Marci does the paperwork for the company.  They enjoy the weekends when they are able to load up their travel trailer with their dogs Ginger and Luke to go camping.

  

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT:

 

Have coincidences brought you and your animal companions good

fortune?  Did you know that animal rescue organizations have

purebred dogs available for adoption?

 
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Wed, 06 Feb 2008 21:42:25 -0600 http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2008/02/06/gingers_coincidences http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2008/02/06/gingers_coincidences GINGER'S COINCIDENCES

By Marci Garcia

 

I have had dogs all my life. They are my favorite creatures, especially the Dachshund breed.  I have had three Daschunds in my adult life, but eventually they all passed away.

 

My husband, Mark, and I went two years without any dogs. During this time I missed them terribly.  Mark and I have no children, and I feel the need to take care of something small and cuddly like the Dachshund.  I missed the happy greetings, taking them for walks, and most of all, their happy wet kisses.

 

I started speaking to Mark about getting another Dachshund. I told him the one I want must be a cuddler and a bit mischievous. I was trying to talk Mark into having the new puppy sleep with us in our bed.  Finally after quite a bit of convincing, he said yes. I started looking immediately.

 

The first place we went to see some puppies, I had no connection with them. So I continued to look.  I called another woman and made an appointment for the following morning to see her two Dachshunds. The morning we were going to see the puppies, Mark and I were lying in bed, talking. I told him I wanted to get my puppy a diamond rhinestone collar.

 

When we arrived at the lady's house, she brought out two Dachshund puppies, and I sat on the floor with them. One of the puppies ran as fast as she could, jumped on my lap, and kissed my face. My eyes instantly filled with tears of happiness. I squeezed the puppy tight. My husband and I said, "This is the one we want."

 

The woman asked what I was going to name her. I said, "Ginger, because her fur is the color of gingersnap cookies."

 

She replied that once she had a Dachshund named Ginger.  As she was getting the paperwork finished, she said, "I have one more thing for you."  She walked out of the room and brought back the most beautiful diamond rhinestone collar. It looked like the one I had wanted to get for my new puppy. I knew something special had just happened.

 

Ginger is a wonderful girl. She is everything I had dreamed of and more.  She loves to snuggle and will let me hold her for hours. When she is exceptionally happy, she will take my nose in her mouth and bite ever so gently.  She and our chocolate Lab, Luke, are my constant companions.

 

One late afternoon Mark and I were on a walk with Ginger and Luke. Ginger was a few steps beside me.  In the next minute I heard this awful yelping from a dog. I looked down at my side and saw that Ginger was gone. I knew it was her yelping.

 

Mark ran into the brush to look for her.  I heard yelping three more times and then, there was silence. My heart was breaking. At the same time all of this commotion was going on, a good friend dropped by and was standing on our deck. He said he had seen a coyote chasing Ginger through the avocado grove.

 

He jumped in his truck and drove down the road to the avocado grove where Mark and I met him.  We searched desperately for Ginger. When we finally found her, she was lying lifelessly in the dried avocado leaves on the ground.  Mark picked her up and carried her to our friend's truck and placed her on the tailgate.

 

She was barely breathing and covered in blood. We rushed her to the vet where she stayed over night and had surgery She had over a dozen bite wounds, a punctured lung, and a rib was separated from her chest wall.

 

The coyote could not give Ginger a fatal bite to the neck, because she was wearing an old collar of Luke's that he had outgrown. There were bite marks on the collar, but they never

penetrated the material. The collar worked like a piece of armor. I was so thankful we had put Luke's old collar on Ginger before our walk. That was the first time she had wore it.

 

I was also very thankful our friend had dropped by at the time of the attack. I believe when the coyote heard the truck arrive at the grove, it scared him away and kept him from doing more harm to Ginger.  I also think when Ginger and Luke wrestled, it taught her how to defend herself from a larger dog.  All these things helped to save her life.

 

It took a while for Ginger to heal, but she is back to her normal self now. She and Luke still love to wrestle. This is a funny sight because he kneels on his front legs and only uses his head, resting on the ground, making funny noises.  Ginger jumps, wiggles, and growls around his head.  The oddest thing is this little ten-pound Dachshund is the alpha dog over Luke who is seventy-five pounds.  So she really did turn out to be my mischievous girl.

 

Today Ginger is four, and Luke will soon be four.  These two dogs bring my husband and I much joy and laughter.  I love to hear their paws running through our home.  They make our home more complete with their constant love and companionship.

 

BIO:

Marci Garcia lives in Valley Center, a rural town in San Diego County, California.  Her husband, Mark, has a small construction business, and Marci does the paperwork for the company.  They enjoy the weekends when they are able to load up their travel trailer with their dogs Ginger and Luke to go camping.

  

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT:

 

Have coincidences brought you and your animal companions good

fortune?  Did you know that animal rescue organizations have

purebred dogs available for adoption?

 
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How Benny Became an Angel HOW BENNY BECAME AN ANGEL

By Ron House

 

It might sound crazy for me to say this, but for the last two weeks of Benny's life, I watched as he transformed into an angel.

 

Benny and Scotty were my wife Gitie's and my two beautiful dogs. They were twins who had been with us since we adopted them as puppies thirteen years earlier. Three months before his death, we found out that Benny had cancer with only a short while to live. It seemed as if Benny would leave us at any time. But suddenly, Scotty developed symptoms. Within a week of our finding out about Benny's disease, Scotty had also passed away from cancer.

 

For his entire life Scotty had been a supremely happy and fun-loving dog, a complete clown. He didn't let us down even at the very end, using his absolute last ounce of strength to put on one of his clown faces that always made us laugh.

 

Scotty had always done everything before Benny. We jokingly assumed that, given his pattern, Scotty had jumped into the next world before Benny, mainly to keep us from breaking down under the grief of losing him. And we still had the sorrowful prospect of looking after Benny in his final days.

 

Gitie had a job in Sydney, a thousand miles away, and needed to be away from home a lot. But she managed to get back in time to return for Scotty's last day. Within a few short days, Benny was also sinking fast. To save him from more suffering, we at last called in our long-time veterinarian friend to help him.

 

But Benny had different ideas. No sooner had our friend arrived, than Benny got a second wind. He was obviously not ready yet to give up on life, notwithstanding the pain that he must have been in.

 

Many will say we should have put him out of his misery then and there, but we trusted Benny's judgment. We remembered that Benny had done something quite remarkable years earlier. He had been diagnosed with what the vet specialists had said was an inevitably fatal disease that would take away use of his hind legs. The vets had all given up hope of any recovery, and Benny was in great pain.

 

When we discussed euthanasia back then, Benny had listened to us. Then he got up and walked on his front legs alone. He held his rear legs high in the air to show us he hadn't given up.

 

We trusted him, and Benny had gone on to recover completely and live another seven happy years. So with that experience behind us, we had to let Benny make the decision again. For a second time, he seemed determined to hold on to life for a while.

 

It turned out that his remaining mission was to teach us about life and death. As the days passed, I watched his face. To me, it seemed that it was transforming. Slowly, it was changing from the face of an ordinary dog into that of one who understood a deep mystery. He appeared to be a dog full of love, whose mission, far from comforting his own pain, was to comfort us.

 

Gitie had to return to Sydney for a few days, and Benny and I spent a quiet time together each day. In the evening he would eat his bone outside the study door where I worked. I would bring him inside the study for a while. Then he would go out again to have bit more of his bone.

 

The neighbor's dog Rusty had discovered Benny wasn't his vigilant self and had taken to sneaking over and stealing Benny's bone. One night, after I brought Benny inside, I heard someone in the yard. I thought it must be Rusty. I decided to say boo and stop him from

pinching Benny's bone. But Benny had gone outside again without my knowing, and in fact it was him, not Rusty, chewing the bone.

 

I parted the blinds to look outside. It was pitch black with no streetlights. In that inky blackness, I saw an angel, shining brilliantly like fiery gold. Yes, actually shining, and illuminating his surroundings. The angel smiled at me with a smile so full of love and goodness that my heart felt as if it were bursting. I felt unable to hold so much love coming at me with such intensity.

 

I could no longer doubt that the transformation I thought I had detected was real. As Benny prepared for entering his next phase of life, he was also transforming. He was leaving the ordinary behind and becoming, for want of a better expression, a holy one.

 

I had never even had the idea enter my head before then that an animal could be an angel. Benny gave me no choice but to think about it, and eventually to accept it. But he hadn't finished teaching us yet.

 

When Gitie returned home, she noticed that the little magpie our two dogs had met some months earlier was still here and keeping Benny company. Benny let the magpie eat his bone and kept the big magpies from forcing his little friend away. He got the greatest happiness from watching over his tiny friend, whom we named Maggie. (You

can see the only photo we managed to take of the incident at our website, wingedhearts.org.)

 

Finally Benny's strength completely failed. It became obvious from his face that the pain was too much. He was now ready to go, so we called our vet friend again.

 

The next morning after Benny's passing, the neighbor's horses came to our fence and whinnied at us. They were offering condolences for losing their friend, who used to run up and down the fence-line to play with them.

 

Then Maggie, the little magpie, came to the clothesline and sat upon it. He looked into the window at me and called with a sharp, heart- rending cry. I knew he was saying how sad he was at losing Benny and Scotty.

 

It was then that we realized we had to get to know our dogs' friend. While I was at work, Gitie started feeding little Maggie and getting to know him. This led to Maggie's opening up for us the incredible world of birds, with their friendships, codes of conduct, families, care, and love.

 

We are documenting on our website all the wonderful things that Maggie has taught us since Benny and Scotty's passing. Instead of grief, our lives are filled with happiness and joy. This is the gift to us from our two angel animals who watch over us to this day and never let us feel that we are alone.

 

BIO:

Ron House is an author and university teacher who has now unwittingly become a student of the native Australian birds around his home in southern Queensland, Australia. With Gitie House he co-founded the website wingedhearts.org devoted to understanding and friendship with wild birds. He writes on science, computing, ethical philosophy, nature, and many other topics. He is the author of a textbook on programming. Ron is one of the discoverers of the atmosphere of Pluto.

 

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT:

 Has an animal become an angel in your life? Has one animal led you to meeting and appreciating another animal?
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Tue, 05 Feb 2008 14:01:01 -0600 http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2008/02/05/how_benny_became_an_angel http://community.beliefnet.com/angel_pets_fan_club/blog/2008/02/05/how_benny_became_an_angel HOW BENNY BECAME AN ANGEL

By Ron House

 

It might sound crazy for me to say this, but for the last two weeks of Benny's life, I watched as he transformed into an angel.

 

Benny and Scotty were my wife Gitie's and my two beautiful dogs. They were twins who had been with us since we adopted them as puppies thirteen years earlier. Three months before his death, we found out that Benny had cancer with only a short while to live. It seemed as if Benny would leave us at any time. But suddenly, Scotty developed symptoms. Within a week of our finding out about Benny's disease, Scotty had also passed away from cancer.

 

For his entire life Scotty had been a supremely happy and fun-loving dog, a complete clown. He didn't let us down even at the very end, using his absolute last ounce of strength to put on one of his clown faces that always made us laugh.

 

Scotty had always done everything before Benny. We jokingly assumed that, given his pattern, Scotty had jumped into the next world before Benny, mainly to keep us from breaking down under the grief of losing him. And we still had the sorrowful prospect of looking after Benny in his final days.

 

Gitie had a job in Sydney, a thousand miles away, and needed to be away from home a lot. But she managed to get back in time to return for Scotty's last day. Within a few short days, Benny was also sinking fast. To save him from more suffering, we at last called in our long-time veterinarian friend to help him.

 

But Benny had different ideas. No sooner had our friend arrived, than Benny got a second wind. He was obviously not ready yet to give up on life, notwithstanding the pain that he must have been in.

 

Many will say we should have put him out of his misery then and there, but we trusted Benny's judgment. We remembered that Benny had done something quite remarkable years earlier. He had been diagnosed with what the vet specialists had said was an inevitably fatal disease that would take away use of his hind legs. The vets had all given up hope of any recovery, and Benny was in great pain.

 

When we discussed euthanasia back then, Benny had listened to us. Then he got up and walked on his front legs alone. He held his rear legs high in the air to show us he hadn't given up.

 

We trusted him, and Benny had gone on to recover completely and live another seven happy years. So with that experience behind us, we had to let Benny make the decision again. For a second time, he seemed determined to hold on to life for a while.

 

It turned out that his remaining mission was to teach us about life and death. As the days passed, I watched his face. To me, it seemed that it was transforming. Slowly, it was changing from the face of an ordinary dog into that of one who understood a deep mystery. He appeared to be a dog full of love, whose mission, far from comforting his own pain, was to comfort us.

 

Gitie had to return to Sydney for a few days, and Benny and I spent a quiet time together each day. In the evening he would eat his bone outside the study door where I worked. I would bring him inside the study for a while. Then he would go out again to have bit more of his bone.

 

The neighbor's dog Rusty had discovered Benny wasn't his vigilant self and had taken to sneaking over and stealing Benny's bone. One night, after I brought Benny inside, I heard someone in the yard. I thought it must be Rusty. I decided to say boo and stop him from

pinching Benny's bone. But Benny had gone outside again without my knowing, and in fact it was him, not Rusty, chewing the bone.

 

I parted the blinds to look outside. It was pitch black with no streetlights. In that inky blackness, I saw an angel, shining brilliantly like fiery gold. Yes, actually shining, and illuminating his surroundings. The angel smiled at me with a smile so full of love and goodness that my heart felt as if it were bursting. I felt unable to hold so much love coming at me with such intensity.

 

I could no longer doubt that the transformation I thought I had detected was real. As Benny prepared for entering his next phase of life, he was also transforming. He was leaving the ordinary behind and becoming, for want of a better expression, a holy one.

 

I had never even had the idea enter my head before then that an animal could be an angel. Benny gave me no choice but to think about it, and eventually to accept it. But he hadn't finished teaching us yet.

 

When Gitie returned home, she noticed that the little magpie our two dogs had met some months earlier was still here and keeping Benny company. Benny let the magpie eat his bone and kept the big magpies from forcing his little friend away. He got the greatest happiness from watching over his tiny friend, whom we named Maggie. (You

can see the only photo we managed to take of the incident at our website, wingedhearts.org.)

 

Finally Benny's strength completely failed. It became obvious from his face that the pain was too much. He was now ready to go, so we called our vet friend again.

 

The next morning after Benny's passing, the neighbor's horses came to our fence and whinnied at us. They were offering condolences for losing their friend, who used to run up and down the fence-line to play with them.

 

Then Maggie, the little magpie, came to the clothesline and sat upon it. He looked into the window at me and called with a sharp, heart- rending cry. I knew he was saying how sad he was at losing Benny and Scotty.

 

It was then that we realized we had to get to know our dogs' friend. While I was at work, Gitie started feeding little Maggie and getting to know him. This led to Maggie's opening up for us the incredible world of birds, with their friendships, codes of conduct, families, care, and love.

 

We are documenting on our website all the wonderful things that Maggie has taught us since Benny and Scotty's passing. Instead of grief, our lives are filled with happiness and joy. This is the gift to us from our two angel animals who watch over us to this day and never let us feel that we are alone.

 

BIO:

Ron House is an author and university teacher who has now unwittingly become a student of the native Australian birds around his home in southern Queensland, Australia. With Gitie House he co-founded the website wingedhearts.org devoted to understanding and friendship with wild birds. He writes on science, computing, ethical philosophy, nature, and many other topics. He is the author of a textbook on programming. Ron is one of the discoverers of the atmosphere of Pluto.

 

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT:

 Has an animal become an angel in your life? Has one animal led you to meeting and appreciating another animal?
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