Treya Treasure was my fifth and last service dog puppy I raised and trained. The bond which results from training a working dog is very deep and by the time she was turned in to advanced training at Canine Companions for Independent Living, we were in complete sync with each other.
The toughest thing we all have to face as humans is the deaths of our loved ones and our pets. Due to the horrific experience of witnessing my husband’s journey with advanced lung cancer it became engrained in every pore of my being that quality of life is more important than quantity.
One day I saw Treya as an angel and instantly I pushed the vision away since I tied it to her death. She was ten years old and in my mind too young for such. She had been exhibiting symptoms which led to vet tests and the news of learning she had bladder cancer. Despite this disturbing news over the next few months I was blessed to experience a similar journey that my beloved Spirit dog had gifted me prior to her exit.
The following is a brief excerpt from my book, Tapping on the Wings of Angels.
February is the month of my birthday on the seventeenth and Robert’s is the twenty-second. I have known that. It must be my birthday. The cremation man is free the day after, so her body would not have to be put in his freezer awaiting time to cremate her body. Perfection. So February 17 it shall February was to be the month and as I contemplate when I know I cannot wait until the twenty-second be. I am so glad I took her to the lodge.
I make calls to tell people of my decision.
Treasure nestles close to me on the couch while I engage in a vision of her departure, sensing her joy and my peace. I watch a funny movie, which is a good release.
The next day she sleeps and sleeps. She is aware of her coming day and we are both relieved.
The snows show evidence everywhere of her numerous squats. I envision her being true to her wiggly bouncy self to her last day. No doubt she will be giving the vet a face washing. I smile, it will be perfect. We head to the grocery store. Sharon greets a man walking by, “Hello, Dave.” I bring home a butterfly balloon along with tulips and daffodils. I am pleased that Treasure’s day to depart will be my birthday. This somehow adds a touch of true divine magic.
She confirms my thoughts. “Your birth, Carol Ann, was a gift to the world and you are gifting me back into the light with the highest joyful gratitude you are humanly capable of. I understand the tough challenge this has been for you and can appreciate all of your sorrows. Yet you can give yourself a big pat on the back for the grace with which are you are dealing with this. I admire you greatly for your depth of compassion, integrity, and full diligence to my cause. We are forever entwined. Perhaps in the spring I can alight on you as a butterfly for real. Look for me in a butterfly and you will know.”
“Thank you, sweetest angel.”
I think of my Mystic puppy boy. He responds, “I will be lonely for her. Yet I shall be honoured to be the only dog walking by your side. It will be a privilege to do so; we will comfort each other.”
The phone rings. Our Arizona friend Linda is calling. She has been very upset about the coming death of Treasure. She learns about her release day to be on my birthday. “When I happened to turn on the TV there was an ad with a butterfly with wording, follow the wings. When I saw that, my sorrows turned to smiles.”
“Oh, my, how beautiful and perfect. Thank you for sharing. Treya Treasure is most pleased with your shift to joy.”
Margaret receives the news about her butterfly day. “Does she know and Mystic also?”
“Yes, both of them are prepared. We are all ready, Margaret.”
“Oh, it is so sad, but we know she will have Spirit with her and all of the gang. I will be thinking of all of you tomorrow.”
I am excited to share that my second book, Tapping on the Wings of Angels, A Journal of Spiritual Synchronicity and Messages with the Other Side, is now available to pre-order on amazon.com.