Miracle’s ashes were spread, blowing in freedom to the four winds. I was now ready for a new dog. Cherri had spoken the word for my next dog a few minutes after Miracle passed. I heard her words, but my heart wasn’t into it and I wasn’t ready.
Almost a month had passed since Miracle’s departure. As the days went on, I had been feeling the hole in my heart and in the heart of my clients that Miracle’s passing had left more and more. My clients adored her, and wept for her passing. I went on Petfinders.com. I registered with Adoptapet.com. I spent hours cruising through the pictures of hundreds of dogs needing homes. I stared at the screen, knowing that my perfect dog was out there somewhere and I just wasn’t finding her.The more I looked, the more ready I felt to accept a new dog into my heart and into my space. I felt a connection with a dog through the ethers. I could feel her sweet heart. I sensed that her owners couldn’t keep her. I saw a red collar around her neck. I knew that the dog that was to be “my” dog was a female Lab. I just couldn’t seem to find her! One night, I was going through the countless pictures and descriptions and I felt a profound sense of longing. It felt as though I was trying to make something happen. I was coming from lack. I was efforting….and I KNOW better. I felt like a love addict longing and desperate for love.
I knew that Miracle was in Spirit, yet I had the box of ashes I needed to do something with. I have a client whose husband had passed last summer. She had spread the husband’s ashes and felt such freedom from doing so. My client challenged me as to why I hadn’t done something with Miracle’s ashes. On Sunday I realized that my client was coming in the next day, and there was no way I was going to admit to her that I hadn’t dealt with those ashes. So spread them I did. I was surprised that the ritual was as heartfelt as it was. I experienced a “final honoring” of my beloved pet.
On Monday night, I called Cherri. Cherri is Native American and is very in tune with animals. I told Cherri that I was now ready for my dog. I spoke my word that the dog that was perfect for me in every way would find her way to me or I to her. I spoke my word with authority and clarity.
The very next day, Cherri received an email from a friend. The friend’s email had a list with pictures of 10 dogs needing homes. Cherri usually deletes these, but this time, she decided to send me the email. Cherri’s note said, “Be sure and check out #9.” Dog #9 was a black male Lab in Sulphur Springs Texas, and was being housed at the Sulphur Springs Animal Control Shelter. Even though I wanted a yellow female Lab, I didn’t want to be hard headed, and I wanted to be open to the possibilities of my good, perhaps coming to me in ways that I could not see. I called and left a message. The following day I received a call from a woman, Cindy, who said that Denise at the shelter had called her and related to her that I was looking for a yellow female Lab. Cindy said that she had a young female Lab that she could no longer keep. As Cindy told me the story about her dog, I knew that she was the dog I had been looking for. I was so excited I could hardly stand it. Then I thought, “When will I ever have time to make the 2 hour drive to Sulphur Springs to get her?” As I was finishing my thought, Cindy said, “We will be happy to bring her to you.” Wow. How easy was all that??
I had been sitting there for countless hours……..efforting…….and all I had to do was speak my word with 100% conviction, and my dog was there with me in the blink of an eye. I named her Grace. She is wonderful!
