Angelcop

Brittany's validation

August 12, 2007 |  9 comments
Image Credit: Last night, we had to put our best friend down. Our dog, who was about 11 years old, had liver failure. She was a big dog - well, she was a big breed, but she only weighed about 35-40 pounds, and she was all bone. She wouldn't eat or drink, and the medication was no longer helping her. It was the hardest decision we ever had to make, but we knew it was for the best. Our selfishness of just wanting her around wasn't reason enough to make her continue suffering. So I talked to the dog - a LOT - and I know she knew what was going on. She was the smartest (and most loyal) dog I've ever known. I made her promise me that she would give me a sign when she'd made her journey. Just to kinda let me know that she'd gotten there safely. (Let's face it, even the most trusting person with the strongest faith sometimes has doubts, and as I explained to our dog, my faith was being tested.) I told her that she could help me in my quest, and comfort me a heck of a lot, by sending me a sign. ...And I knew in my heart that if there was any way possible for it to be done, she'd do it.

Afterwards, we all cried. I waited patiently for my 'sign'. About 2 hours after it was all said and done, I'd tucked my daughter into bed and my husband and I were sitting at the kitchen table, moping. I noticed my keychain had fallen off of my keyring, so I picked up the keys to fix it, and at that second, our little daschund came running. (He never did this before, but the other dog always did.) So I looked at my husband, he looked at me, and we both looked at the little dog. Our mouths hanging open. I asked him what he was thinking, and he said "That might have been the sign." Same thing I was thinking. So I went outside and cried some more, thanking both God and our favorite pet for the sign. For the peace of knowing she'd made her transition and was now happy and playful again.

Naturally, I thought about it too hard and again, I started to doubt. I wanted to believe that was my sign, but sorrow took over and I figured "it was just a coincidence, nothing more."So then I began to pray yet again, and I literally begged God for the sign. I specifically requested that the sign I get be something I just couldn't pass off as coincidence. Something SO BIG and SO OBVIOUS that there was no way I could talk myself out of believing it was from Heaven... from our big baby. I even used the suggestion that it be something as big as a complete stranger, using the dog’s name, and assuring me she was in Heaven. I kind of figured that was quite unlikely, but yet I'd prayed for it. I thanked God, and the dog, and promised them I'd be on the lookout.

Then this morning I went to one of my favorite websites for practicing mediums, hoping to ask someone for a reading. But before I even got a chance, one particular post jumped right off the page and into my face. It was the first thing I laid my eyes on. It was entitled "Brittany's Validation."

Our dog's name was Brittany.

I didn't read the post, because I figured it was for someone else, and I didn't want anything to discourage me. But I read the title, and honestly, that was all I needed. A complete stranger, using her name and telling me she was alright. You can’t imagine how thankful I am, and how much easier I’ll sleep from now on. Comments (9)

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