I was nine years old when I got my first puppy. We were visiting friends and the neighbor's German Shepherd, just had a litter of 10 pups. I begged and pleaded for my parent's to allow me to pick one and take it home. They agreed, however, I had to wait several weeks for my precious puppy to be weaned from it's mother.
We lived in a fourplex apartment in Sherman Oaks, California. Our sweet landlord, Mrs Wence, couldn't say no to me at the time. I am sure, Wency, as all of us kids called her (and she loved it) lived to regret her decision. Wency, raised parakeets and canaries in an Avery in the backyard. I don't know how those birds produced any eggs or didn't keel over, from Ginger barking and chasing them! She also took all of the socks from the clothesline and buried them all over the yard. Ginger was a great mouser and left me presents on the back doormat from time to time. You could hear me scream for miles! For all of the trouble she caused, our little family loved her anyway!
We hadn't been in our new home in the west valley very long , when my parent's, realized Ginger needed to be spayed. A very nice vet lived across the street and reluctantly my mother agreed to have him do the procedure. During the night, my mother another intuitive, awoke and made a phone call to the vet's office. This irresponsible man did not have anyone to watch over the animals staying overnight! She knew our sweet dog was in trouble and did not call the vet at his home.
In the morning, after I had left for school, my parents received the phone call. Ginger had choked during the night and died! When I came home from school, my dad met me on the driveway in his socks and red eyed. I had never seen my father cry! He told me the sad news. My mother did not leave her bedroom for several days.
This experience taught me a great lesson. No matter what, even if I look foolish or wake someone up in the middle of the night, to always listen to that instinctive information. My mother never forgave herself.
The first night that my sweetheart had passed, she jumped into bed with me and took her usual place cuddling into my legs. Now, remember I was only 10 years old! I reached down and of course felt no human dog, but felt her presence and the actual weight of her against me.
On the second night, the same event took place. I don't know how I knew certain things about the spirit world, but I did. I knew, that right after death, a person or animal was able to go back and forth between the two worlds for about three days. I told my dad on the third day, what was happening. I was surprised, he had no response, just listened quietly.
On the third night, I reached down and petted the air, where I felt the pressure of her body. I said, "I love you! Thank you girl, for letting me know that you are okay. You need to stay on the other side and I will see you again one day." With deep sadness and finally the tears that I would not let myself shed until then, Ginger disappeared and moved on.
