RUMBLES.
Rumbles lived in a dog’s body, but he had a soul that filled up the room, and Love that would knock you over. He came to my daughter Brigid, about six years ago or so. She overheard some fellow workers talking about needing to find a home for a dog, otherwise it would be ‘put down’.
She intervened and took the dog, deciding to find a
home for him. However during the first two weeks she became quite impressed
with his intelligence and his projection of Love. He was a funny looking
Cockapoo, with black wooly curly hair, but was ‘lovely’, as she would say. Her
partner, at the time, asked when Rumbles would be going and Brigid said that
she was keeping him. I remember her calling me at the time, and I suggested she
should keep him, if she wished. As it seemed to me that he had been sent to
her’ She was going to anyway. It was also coincidental that we had previously
had a golden Labrador on the Gold Coast in Australia named Rumbles. Brigid felt
that this was ‘this’ Rumbles reincarnated.
After a few years Brigid broke up with her partner
and she and Rumbles and her two other Shi-Tzus; Brody and Buddy, moved in with
us also. We also had our own Shi-Tzu, Jai-Jai, who we had brought from a trip
to Australia some years before.
I came back from another trip to Australia and the
landlord was already starting to ask about the dogs. So we decided the only
solution was to go and buy a house together with a large garden.
We bought a house in Delta full of trees, plants and
bushes, with a big back yard, including a lawn. The dogs loved it and were
happy with their new walks and area. This was in 2002.
On one of her walks Brigid met Ken, who is her
fiancé at this time of writing. He also became attached to the dogs.
As I was home most of the days, I was the ‘dog-minder’
so to speak, and got to know Rumbles well. He was a very loving dog and by far
the most intelligent dog that I had ever known. Not for tricks but for
understanding, love and communication. Brigid put a doggy door on her basement
door but the little dogs were afraid of the flap. So Rumbles, who was a middle
sized dog, would stand astride the door, holding the flap for the little dog to
get out. Eventually a couple of the little dogs learned how to use the door.
Rumbles developed some fatty lumps and had them
removed in 2003, but soon developed newer ones and irritated skin. He had
another traumatic surgery on the new fatty lumps. By 2005, he also developed
diabetes and tumours internally, it seems. He also had become deaf, which may
or may not have been due to the results of general anesthesia, as dogs don’t
handle this very well.
I noticed him going down fairly quickly, and he was
having problems walking, climbing stairs and getting around. Eventually over a
couple of weeks, he was just lying down most of the time. On one good day a few
days before he died, he came up to me on the bottom step, and I gave him a pat.
It was a nice warm spot in the sun, but I didn’t realise that he was saying
goodbye to me.
His eyes reflected the pain he was in, and he wasn’t
having ‘good days’ anymore. Brigid checked with the Vet and it seemed the only
way out for Rumbles was to end his pain.
Brigid nursed him all the weekend of 2nd
April 2005, and after tearful farewells from the rest of us, on 5th
April, Rumbles took his last trip to the Vets. We had all come down and said
our goodbyes, and I repeated the Gayatri Mantra into his head, so he would feel
the vibrations. When I had finished he lifted his head up and looked straight
at me for a moment. (Brigid also repeated the mantra into his head all the time
she was holding him at the vets.) Brigid said that he looked into her eyes when
the pain had gone, and she saw that after he died.
This resulted in a lot of grief for the entire
family, and of course Brigid was virtually unconsolable. She was lucky to have
her fiancé Ken and the other two dogs to soften the blow.
On one of my meditations, the next day, at Brigid’s
request, I tried to contact him. I went to the Border Plane and soon enough he
sneaked up on my back to right side. He was bewildered and confused, whether
due to the drugs or just his situation. I told him where he was and that soon
he would get help and cross over. I expected he would visit Brigid and his home
in the meantime. She felt his energy around her and on her chest, where he
died.
I had previously said to Brigid that he probably
would come in a dream, and sure enough a couple of days later, he had crossed
over to the astral and they met. She petted him and he communicated to her that
he was happy she stopped the pain and he showed her how he could now run again.
“Thank you for taking away the pain; “ Look Mummy how I can run”. Brigid said
he looked younger and healthier.
The next day, I decided to pay him one more visit.
So in my meditation preparations, I visited the Astral and found him. I told
him it was Grandpa, and he came over from a group of dogs. He sniffed,
acknowledged me and then ran back to his friends. His earthly ties were
weakening and he was happy with his friends. At that point I noticed ‘Light
Beings’, from the mental plane, around the area. I had seen these beings in
India, on one strange occasion, discussed elsewhere. They were White Light and
Blue, and amorphous. I asked them, ‘What are you doing?’ and they intimated the
dogs were learning. The Beings were all around them keeping them in an area or
field of energy. I guessed they were being trained in a school of preparation
for them to return as humans.
Everybody is still sad, but happy that Rumbles is in
good hands and progressing.
The strangest thing is that intellectually I know
nothing is happening but emotion has its own course, disconnected from that.