I remember the gift I received shortly after our poodle, Sandy, died and I was still feeling so guilty for being impatient with her right before her death.  She had diabetes for years but at the time of our move, 5 years ago, she was no longer responding to her insulin and had lost control of her bladder. We had just moved in to an apartment, 3 flights up, with wall to wall carpeting and my stress level was at an all time high.  Well anyhow, she comes to me a week or two after her death early one morning when I was still asleep and has me hold her in my arms. I can still feel the weight of her body, the feel of her hair, and that lovely smell that her skin had.  Through the gift of her coming, I still have trouble trusting in the experience except for the fact that it's as real to me as this mornings cup of coffee, I sensed that all was forgiven (PUL happened) and was able to let my guilt go. 

Love, Jean

Hello everyone.  I am the person who posted the original post on this thread.  Thanks to everyone for your sweet and wonderful stories!

I once had a horse who I loved very much, that had died of colic, (which is an intestinal problem).  I had actually sold the horse to a girl, and I found out months after, that he had died after she had bought him from me.  When I heard this news, I was extremely sad and I had a hard time getting over it.  One night I was walking my dogs in a park, and I was really feeling the sadness at that particular moment.  I thought that maybe I would feel better if I said a little "prayer" to my horse.  Desperate to try to make myself feel a little better, I decided to give it a shot.  I told my horse how special he was, and how much I loved him, and how he brought so much happyness to so many people's lives.  I also told him that I hoped he was happy and in a good place, and that I missed him.  Literally about 15 seconds after I ended my "prayer" to him, I saw a bright, giant shooting star go across the entire sky.  I live in a big city, where it is hard enough to see regular stars, much less big bright SHOOTING stars.  I was sure this was him.  It made me cry tears of joy as soon as it happened.

Before my Mother died (which was quite recently, and also the reason I looked up this web site), I had told her this story about my horse and the shooting star, and how much it had touched me.  Shortly after she died, I was outside one night, talking to a friend on my cell phone.  I was telling him how my Mother's birthday was coming up soon, and how sad that made me that this would be her first birthday after her death.  As I was talking about this, I saw a shooting star in the sky at that exact moment - which again, is a rare sight  in a large city.