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Several years ago we had two Labs which we had to have put down within less then a year of each other. The last one was a beautiful extremely large gentle dog that had gone blind several years before we had to have him put down. He did well, his blindness didn’t keep him from wandering the fenced in yard or going for walks, though once we knew he was blind we always kept him on the leash and looked out for the telephone poles for him to walk around and not into. And the one time he found his way out of the yard he avoided being hit by a car that honked a horn at him, I looked out, wondered whose dog it was, since mine was locked in the fenced in yard. And then he walked directly into my parked car nose first, poor thing and I ran outside and rescued him back to his safe yard and added a rope tie to the fence gate as an extra precaution. Anyway, we had one dog put down and then this one, who loved to sleep on his back leaning against whole length of the sofa, he was that long, this is where he would sleep away the day and snore and snore and snore. I remember many times sitting at the computer desk with my back to him and think wow can that dog snore. Well after he was put down, off and on for several weeks or more while sitting at the computer desk I would become aware of the sounds around me, the cars going by, birds singing outside and wait a minute the dog is snoring... but both dogs are gone. I would sit there a moment and listen then turn around and say “Okay, pup, you can go home to heaven now.” And the snoring would stop. I wasn’t the only family member to experience this. And I could see it might be a trick of the unconscious, but the snoring continued for several minutes after any of us became conscious of it and didn’t stop until we told him he could move on.

Anyone else have this type of experience after a pet has died?

The night or night after we finally had to bring our cat to the vet for the end, and she was laid to rest in our back yard,I woke up in bed and definitely heard the sounds of her coming up the stairs and hopping on and off the bed. We feel she was letting us know she was home and was ok. Someone told my wife they will do this for up to 40 days before they go to heaven.

I wouldn’t normally believe this, but I know what I heard.

I had a wonderful little ball of best friend cat some years ago. Born feral in a golf course, rescued, and I became his owner, the only one he trusted -he hated all other people.

At about ten years old, he developed cancer, and despite several lengthy and expensive treatments, one day I found him lying on the floor twitching occasionally, unseeing with wide-open eyes and unresponsive. Vet examined him quickly and then sighed before looking at Me to give Me the bad news. He died in My arms while I kept petting him and assuring him how much he was loved.

I was devastated for weeks afterwards, but once in awhile while half asleep I would feel him jump up on the foot of the bed and begin walking up to lay on his usual place on one of My arms (I sleep on My side(s). I think it took him awhile to realize he had passed on.

Still love that little guy.

Yes, I have. My beloved little tortie and white kitty Jester used to sleep above my head on my pillow just about every night. I had found her living in the bushes of the home where I rented an apartment, fell in love with her on sight, and finally caught her after that smart little 6 week old kitten evaded my efforts for 10 whole days. A smarter or more loyal cat you could never find, and just beautiful, too. After 16 1/2 wonderful years of Jester in my life, she had the typical old-cat kidney failure and had to be put to sleep. For 2 or 3 nights after she left me, I definitely felt the familiar pressure on my pillow above my head. It was freaky, but I knew Jess was just reassuring me that she was still on duty guarding me while I slept.

I was incredibly lucky to find another kitten who looked so much like Jess that I went into a sort of convulsion upon seeing her picture on the internet. I thought someone had somehow stolen Jester's kitten pics and posted one. I tracked down the person with that kitten, who turned out to be a woman I exchanged posts with the night before in a cat chatroom. It seems a kindly person had found a litter of week old kittens trying to suckle moisture out of the muddy lawn. Apparently their mom had been hit by a car or something. This person brought them to a woman with 5 teenage kids, who was a foster mom for orphan kittens for the local animal rescue league. I flew up to Rochester to go get that kitten, and Kefira has proved in the last few years to be a worthy successor to Jester!

Jester

Kefira