ooo, very long story. Before I knew I was an empath, I had a very strange experience that involved a dog. I was getting a "mental" message while driving that I had to stop in at the local shelter. However, this was a feeling not of my own. I never before this experience or after felt like I had to have a dog. I had plenty of pets as a child, and believe me, all the responsibility always fell on me for the care of most of them. So, I was actually enjoying life without pets at this particular time in my life.
The message kept repeating each time, but only in a quiet way, as I drove by the shelter to a nearby shopping center. One extremely busy day, I drove by the shelter again, and got that message again!! With all the adrenalin that was rushing through me, I almost felt angry. I thought "what on Earth" is in there?
I felt that I simply had to go in there, to settle whatever I needed to do there. I expected my two year old boy and I to just stop in, see the animals and get out and be done with it. The child was getting tired from errands and did not particularly want to go. I promised a quick tour, an "in and out" sort of thing. He agreed.
As I got out of the car, I thought I had to be crazy as I have never been inside an animal shelter before. So, feeling pretty weird, I quickly decided on the way in that I would just ask if it was ok to have a look around. Is that what people do, I thought?? (As you can see, this was clearly not something I have contemplated doing).
On the way into the shelter, my little boy found a small object on the ground. We saw the animals and as a matter of conversation, I asked my son which of the dogs he liked best. I expected him to be fond of a bouncing puppy. He looked at the puppy and then he walked two cages back and said "that one" (pointing to an older dog). By this time the dog came up close and motioned with its paw that he wanted to open the door. I got the message loud and clear "I want to go home". I have no clue why but I said out loud "don't worry, we will come back for you". I don't make promises I don't keep, and I started to feel that we were being swept along this experience and just had to go with it. Yet, I kept thinking to myself that this is all so out of character for me. I was trying to think what my husband's reaction to all this will be. He is going to think I have gone mad! My husband even had some pet allergies. I felt really strange about the whole matter. I felt almost numb, like everything was happening very quickly but I felt that this was something that was supposed to happen. On the way out of the shelter, my little boy found two of the same objects we found on the way in. We looked at each other, and I said: If we end up getting that dog, we already have a name for it.
The strange thing was that when I first started receiving these messages, this particular dog could not have been in there yet. This dog was found without a collar with no information and had only been in the shelter 6 days. The voice in my head has been pestering me much longer than that. However, it got really strong and insistent that day. The rules said the shelter had to wait 8 days before she could go for adoption. The owner of the dog never showed up, so we got the dog (2 days later).
My husband had to pick up the dog, as I had another appointment. As he lead the dog out of the shelter he thought, how on earth will I put her in the car. Will she cooperate, will she bite? As he opened the door, the dog jumped right in and they went straight home.
We thought that this would be the strangest experience that we had with this animal, but things got even stranger. Through the years it was discovered that the animal suffered from the same disease that my husband and I and both of our kids had. In fact when doctors had a difficult time detecting what ailed the dog, I kept suggesting what I thought was wrong. We even had to switch doctors for her, because the doctors would not listen.
We had the dog for seven years and had some great adventures. It is difficult to tell who benefited more from this adoption, the family or the dog.
I continued to privately ponder how strange this whole experience was. A dog that never did the usual "dog" things like destroying anything. Instead it was simply an additional family member. All she wanted to do is be with us...and that she did!
I like to think that this was a family member (coming back), who I did not get to say "good bye" to before she died. In fact we lost one another before we could become the friends we should have been. Being somewhat new at this empath thing, I don't even know how ridiculous that sounds to some of you. All I know is that it helps me to think it so.