My dog Mitzie passed away November 25th, 2011, the day after Thanksgiving. She was a stray that had her puppies on the grounds of my plant nursery. Since there is so much open land in the Redlands, people make a habit of releasing their unwanted dogs in the fields. So many times, my heart would bleed as I would see these dogs running in packs through my nursery.
So I fed Mitzie while she nursed her puppies and she was an excellent mother. When the puppies were old enough; luckily, the Humane Society adopted them and I got her spayed and I kept her. Through a channeling, she revealed to me that this was her first time on the planet and so far, she had experienced a very harsh and cruel life on the streets but knew that I could help her adjust to life on earth. Up until then, her experience with people was one where they shooed her and threw rocks at her.
Her movements were like that of a wild animal and she would dart out of sight and take refuge under a deck in my back yard. She would only come to me and she would hide in my bedroom whenever she was in the house. If anyone came into the room and cornered her, she would wet herself— that’s how scared of people she was. It took years for her to be able to be in the presence of anyone, and like a proud mother, I experienced the great joy of watching her develop. She was the most gentle and loving dog that I have ever come across.
During her life, she developed a growth on her back which I had our vet remove. Shortly after, the growth came back but this time with a vengeance. It grew quickly to be about the size of a grape fruit as if cut in half and placed on her back. After I had it removed for a second time, I consulted my guides to find out what was going on. They said that this was Mitzie’s way of “encapsulating” people’s bitterness. And, “those were her words, not ours,” they said. So I had to have a stern talk with her to tell her that even though she was trying to help the planet, she was not required to do this.
On my website, I had stated that I guess she got the message because the growth never returned. However, in September of this year (2011) the growth did return. Once again, I had it removed. Well, the week of Thanksgiving, Mitzie lost the use of her back legs. Being, as she was over seventy pounds, my daughter and I had to lift her to use the bathroom. By the end of the week, I knew I had to do the evitable because she had lost her dignity and her quality of life. In fact, she was now suffering and in pain. I remembered that in a past reading, she had told me she wanted quality not quantity of life.
On Friday morning, I took her to the vet and witnessed one of the most painful experiences of my life. This was not my first time but I have to tell you that it never gets any easier. I know that love means allowing greater freedom and I know she is free but that does not dismiss the fact that one of the hardest things is knowing how to say goodbye. I love you Mitzie.