I lost a much loved pet 2 years ago this month.
We rushed him in the middle of the night to the vet's...he had gone into a seizure and showed no signs of coming out of it. We stayed with him for awhile and only left after the vet assured us that he would be ok. After we got home, my husband left for work and I layed down on the couch and fell asleep. I dreamt that I was at the vet's office and she was bringing me Andy....but when I looked at the dog she was carrying, she was carrying a black dog, my Andy was a beautiful white and tan color, so I told her "That's not my Andy". The phone rang waking me up and I looked at the clock as I answered it....the time was 8:30...it was my sister calling. I told her about Andy's seizure and about the dream I was having right before she called. I kind of laughed and told her the dream seemed so real, as if I was actually at the vet's office. I called the vet's office after I got off the phone with her....needless to say....the vet told me Andy had just died about 10 minutes ago....around 8:30.... and she was getting ready to call me. Anyone can say or think what they want, but I know at the moment of his death he was trying to tell me "good-bye". He was so attached to me, like my shadow, he was always one step behind me. The bond, if we allow it, can be so strong between us and our pets. And really pets is the wrong word....I heard somewhere...can't remember just where, that they were our children with furry coats. That is how I view them, and "yes" I feel that God gave them a soul and look forward to having them "all" with me for eternity. The only problem is that I'll probably need a big farm !!!!