max&emmasmommie
Member Since 2012
Hello, LL and FDMB,
Today, it has been two weeks since Max's passing. We have felt his presence in the home, my husband heard the jingle of his collar and tag, and I've heard him noisily cleaning his paws and face after his "breakfast" one morning. I felt him on the bed at my feet where he would often sit or sleep, too.
Early this morning, he visited me in a dream. He was sitting on a night table next to a bed in an apartment we were preparing to clear out. I don't know where this apartment was, and I didn't recognize it, but I knew it had been ours, and we were planning to have an estate sale -- a very strange dream. Someone purchased all the spoons for a set before I had a chance to get the knives and forks out for sale. (I hate splitting up matching set of anything; one of my pet peeves.)
The exciting thing is that I knew Max had passed on and was visiting me, and I was able to pet him!!!! I walked over and touched him. He was so soft and warm -- exactly as he felt in life. I stroked him from his head down his back to his tail the way I always did. I think I may have awakened soon after.
This morning at about 8 a.m. Max's ashes were delivered, and his little paw print, too. I cried, of course, as I am now.
Today, it has been two weeks since Max's passing. We have felt his presence in the home, my husband heard the jingle of his collar and tag, and I've heard him noisily cleaning his paws and face after his "breakfast" one morning. I felt him on the bed at my feet where he would often sit or sleep, too.
Early this morning, he visited me in a dream. He was sitting on a night table next to a bed in an apartment we were preparing to clear out. I don't know where this apartment was, and I didn't recognize it, but I knew it had been ours, and we were planning to have an estate sale -- a very strange dream. Someone purchased all the spoons for a set before I had a chance to get the knives and forks out for sale. (I hate splitting up matching set of anything; one of my pet peeves.)
The exciting thing is that I knew Max had passed on and was visiting me, and I was able to pet him!!!! I walked over and touched him. He was so soft and warm -- exactly as he felt in life. I stroked him from his head down his back to his tail the way I always did. I think I may have awakened soon after.
This morning at about 8 a.m. Max's ashes were delivered, and his little paw print, too. I cried, of course, as I am now.