I always wanted to have a dog. Since I could walk, talk and express myself, I asked for a dog. I wrote begging, pleading little notes and left them on the pillow of my mom and dad. There was no respond, other than the normal: NO!
My dad loved dogs, but my mom was afraid of them, so no doggies allowed in the house… I asked a dog for the Dutch Santa Claus at the fifth of December, but none of the long begging letters in my shoe, put there for Santa, provided me with a dog. I tried to convince, smartass I was, my mother to look at the little doggie of one of my aunts. But she refused to hear it. No dogs and that was the end of the story. As soon as I started to live on my own, which was on my 17th, I decided to get a dog. I got married at 17 and my spouse wanted one too. So there she was, “Veda”, a bobtail. Half white, half black, later on as she grew older she turned into half white, half grey. A totally adorable dog, who I loved endlessly. After 3 years the spouse and I broke up. Too young, too inexperienced and way too sensitive. My ex wanted to keep Veda and because I did not have a real home anymore, I went back home to my parents house. No dogs allowed there, so I had to let go of Veda. I wined for over half a year, the relationship with my ex man was not well and I felt like I had lost a firstborn child. I always stayed in contact with Veda in a spiritual way, which means that I felt her and the way she was doing. Every now and then I saw her, for example as she was at the house of My ex brother in law. The second dog I got was a red cocker spaniel, which lived for only 2 years; she had a tumor and died.
Then there was Sita, a very beautiful and very attached German shepherd. She was going to get a deadly injection the next day because nobody wanted her. She was lying at the cold floor, very skinny and very afraid. The guy of the Animal Shelter told me that no one could approach her. She was so terribly afraid that she did not come to a single person who wanted to feed her and that she could not be petted. I still followed my inner voice that was telling me to go to her. She was at the end of a long corridor and she heard us coming. She pushed herself to the end of the dog kennel. I kneeled down and started to talk to her in a very gentle and loving way. She looked at me, like she could not believe what she heard. I encouraged her and put a hand through the steel bars of the fence. She looked a bit shy, then she began to move, very slowly… As if she could not understand herself that she was moving towards me, she kept eye contact and was fully attentive. There was a strange, almost serene atmosphere and I could hear the guy next to me. He was holding his breath. Then, very carefully, this big dog laid his huge head on my knee and sighed a very deep sigh. Then she looked up at me and started to wiggle her tail.
‘Well, I’ll be damned’ ….the guy said next to me and whistled through his teeth. He opened the door and there she was. So skinny that I could count all of her ribs, with bold spots on her fur, filthy and looking up at me as if she wanted to say: Are we going or not boss? It was the first day of a very intense and very loving relationship with my unforgettable dog Sita. I never had to use a leash; she was my shadow in all these years. Sita was 6 as I got her. She died at the age of 12. My days with her were filled with full telepathic language and a very intense loving bond. She chose me that day in the Animal Shelter, as I chose her. We were on the same frequency that never stopped. Not even as she began to grow old. She was always present with me and as I got my first child Elise, she was lying next to the crib. Everywhere I went, she went too. Incredible to experience, knowing that she had a very tough life before. Her first boss kicked two teeth out, he was beating her so bad that she had to recover from rib injuries. Her trust in the human race was completely gone. Why did she pick me? Why did I go to that Animal Shelter? I felt that day that I HAD to be there, called a friend and asked her to come with me. I told her that there was a dog that was “calling” me, I told her that I did not know if she would instantly declare me to be insane, I just felt it that way. I always followed my inner voice in these things.I believe that Sita did call. And because I was on the same frequency, I “heard” her calling. She was afraid, she felt alone and she wanted to live. Sita was a very intelligent dog, I can remember that one day I heard I had to leave for a few days. Sita would stay at my parent’s house, ha, ha, ha! My mom first did not want to come ever again as she found out that I got a dog, not a little doggie, but a HUGE one! She was totally paralyzed as she stood in my living room, eyes wide opened, whispering:’ Where is the dog, is he here somewhere?’ Sita was sitting behind her, his head half slanted, looking at her in an amazed but very friendly way. I told my mom that Sita was sitting behind her.
‘Oh My God!’ she screamed and did not move anymore. As a frozen statue, she stood there and closed her eyes, a very adorable way to shut the outside world out and made herself invisible! I helped her by guiding Sita very slowly and careful to her. She opened her eyes and asked:’ Meer, he doesn’t bite, does he?’ I told her that Sita was a very sweet and gentle dog. It took Sita about 10 minutes to change my mom into a dog lover…. As I said, I had to leave for a couple of days, so I took Sita and brought her to my parent’s house. As I was at my destination, I called my mom to hear how she was doing. My mom told me that the dog was lying at the front door and refused to eat. I came back and decided not to go anywhere without her anymore. Then I had to go for a week, I tried to look for someone who wanted to take care of her at my house, but did not succeed. What to do next? I was not allowed to bring her with me and I had to go! Then I got a bright idea. I asked my parents to pick Sita up. They came and I felt really sad, Sita however walked with them and wiggled her tail. She hopped into the car and believe it or not, my dog was smiling in the back seat. As if it was HER who was leaving ME! That week she was eating in a normal way and was lying in the living room with my parents. My mom totally adored her and even bought her little eatable toys! My dad loved Sita from the first moment. Later, my mom told me that she had NEVER thought she would EVER be able to pet, or worse, LOVE a dog! It’s all about beliefs…..
Sita died of cancer at the age of 12. She had a beautiful life with us. I went to the dog-doc and he put her into sleep, her final one. I held her in my arms as she died. And a very strange thing happened…There she was, my so beloved dog, her head in my arms, my cheek on her head as she began her journey to The Light. As she took her last breath, and sighed her last sigh, I literally SAW a young version of the old Sita in a lawn with little daisies and buttercups. She shake her hair and started to run like little doggies do, tumbling over her own paws and standing up again, running in circles and loudly barking! She was totally happy! It moved me to tears, there I was, her head still warm in my arms, looking at my dog that was showing me that she was fine! I have never had an experience like that again. Though I got old dogs out of the Animal Shelter after Sita, the bond was never as deep as with her. And as they died I never experienced anything like this anymore. It took me very long before I was able to look at a picture of Sita. I decided to buy a little statue that looked like her and put that on a little shelf in my bedroom. Now, 24 years later, I have a beautiful picture of her in a frame in my living room. Next to my dad. A relationship is to a partner, a friend, even a boss. But relationships are bonds to every living soul. To dogs, cats, rats and mice, even spiders or snakes. Everything that is alive has a soul. A soul you can connect to. I still feel connected to Sita, to my dad, to more people who are not alive anymore. I was able to “hear” Sita, that day I went to the Animal Shelter. My friend wanted to go the next day, but I insisted to go that particular day. I “knew “I had to be there that day. Whenever I would NOT have listened to my inner voice, telling me to go, I would have NEVER had Sita in my life. Your inner voice is telling you things you cannot possibly KNOW. Try to rely on your inner voice more, in your relationships with all the living souls you choose to connect to. And experience the wonder of what it might bring you.