Feel-good
realised that Pongo didn’t want to
share with Misty!
I had to ask Pongo, ‘Please let
Misty into the bed, she’s only a
little puppy.’
Then Misty tried
again and was allowed
in the bed.
I never had a
sleepless night again
after that.
Misty had a happy
life and went to the
Rainbow Bridge in- Now, she also
visits me.
Like all my dog spirit friends,
Misty’s not trapped here, she just
drops in to say hello. And I always
know it’s her.
When she was alive, Misty had
dainty paws but when she went
upstairs it sounded like someone
stomping about wearing heavy
and while we waited for the kettle
to boil, he stood with his back to
the gas fi re. I was fascinated to see
his white coat lift up at the back.Playful Pongo
‘What the...?’ gasped the
butcher, spinning round. He stared
at Misty, who was lying by my
patio doors, dozing.
‘Has your dog moved?’ he asked
me, frowning.
‘No, she’s been there the whole
time,’ I replied.
‘That’s so weird,’ he said. ‘I
defi nitely just felt a dog’s cold nose
touch my bottom.’
‘I saw your coat lifting at the
back!’ I laughed. ‘Don’t worry, it’s
just Pongo visiting in spirit.’
‘You’re saying I’ve been goosed
by a ghost? In that case, put some
extra sugar in my tea,’ he
shuddered. ‘I need it for the shock!’
But it’s not just people who’ve
seen Pongo.
When I adopted Misty at three
months old from The Dog’s Trust,
she wanted to sleep under the stairs
where Pongo used to have her bed.
But whenever Misty tried to get
into her bed, her hair would stand
up and she’d back away shaking. IT
he streets of Nashville, USA’s
Belmont Hillsboro district are
haunted by a friendly Boxer dog
called Preston. He’s said to
watch over the children that go
trick-or-treating on Hallowe’en,
and many witnesses claim to
have seen or heard him. One old
lady even left him a dog treat
inside her porch every
Hallowe’en from 1962!Did you know?
hobnail boots!
A couple of
months after she
died, I was in bed
and I heard the
heavy tread on the
stairs and I knew
Misty was on her
way to me.
I felt Misty
jump onto the bed
and I moved my
legs to make
room for her.
I also have
visits from my
Greyhound Sid,
who died in
2010.Greyhound
visitor
He appears in
the lounge to
lie by my
feet. He was
my third dog,
after Pongo
and Misty, and
he came from
a charity
called the
Greyhound Trust.
Greyhounds aren’t fond of stairs,
so Sid never attempts to come up to
see me even in spirit.
It’s fair to say my whole family
are dog lovers. I have a lovely
photo of my adult son
Matthew cuddling
Pongo at two years old.
Like my son, I adored
animals from a young
age. My big sister
Cynthia, who’s 13 years
older than me, used to
work in a pet shop and
I’d go with her and pick
up the mice and help clean out the
cages.
By this time, I was nine years old
and already seeing spirit. I grew up
with psychic gifts and I remember
spotting a Victorian woman with a
white bonnet and gloves in the
street when I was really small.
My encounters never scared me,though - I saw the spirit world as a
natural part of life.
These days, I still see human
spirits but my biggest connection is
with spirit animals.
And I don’t only see my own
dogs, past and present!
When my friend Margaret went
on holiday I used to look after her
fl at-coated Retriever Carla. We’d
both have a wonderful time
together. Carla enjoyed herself so
much that she’d sulk for days when
she returned home.
We had a lovely garden whilst
Margaret lived in a fl at. And of
course, Carla had Misty to play
with too.
The day Carla passed over, I was
cutting cheese in the kitchen when I
felt her big hairy body press against
my side. In life, Carla adored
cheese and would do this to me all
the time, looking pleadingly up at
me while I ate her favourite snack!
After my friend had accepted
Carla’s death, two weeks later,
Carla left me and went straight to
Margaret. She still jumps on
Margaret’s bed during the night.
I don’t doubt that when it’s Mia’s
turn to go to the Rainbow Bridge
she will come back.
I’m an angel card reader on
Jenny Smedley’s Facebook page,
and I know that angels watch over
us all the time.
I’m lucky enough to have my
spirit dogs watching over me too.I felt Misty
jump onto
the bed
with me
Misty:
Comes backSweet Sid:
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