MAGGIE: the dog who changed my life

MAGGIE: the dog who changed my life
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Thursday, September 23, 2010

Do Your Animals "Speak" to You in Your Dreams?

Years ago I began recording my dreams in a journal, and spent years with a Jungian therapist learning how to interpret them. It was fascinating, and for me, a spiritual journey to learn how to pay attention to messages coming from my soul in dream symbols, reflecting life lessons I may have otherwise missed. After all, most of us are taught to think of our dreams as "just dreams" with nothing to offer or teach us about ourselves.

It wasn't until I had dreams about my dog, Maggie, that actually manifested in waking life that it began to dawn on me that some of my dreams were predictive, or clairvoyant, if you will. This is not something unique to me -- I think we all have these type of dreams, but don't pay enough attention to know it. Perhaps especially when it comes to our special animals. I began to wonder if the special bond between animals and their humans allowed for this type of animal communication to take place in our dreams. Dreams are Messages from the Soul is a chapter in my book, MAGGIE the dog who changed my life, devoted to my predictive dreams about Maggie; dreams that were trying to warn me about her health.

My cat, Cinnamon and I have always had a special communication with each other. As she was declining last month, I asked her to please let me know in a dream when she was ready to go, ready for me to me to make that decision we all dread -- to say our final good-bye.

It was Wednesday night, August 25. I slept on the living room floor, hoping Cinnamon would sleep near me. I awakened once, warmed to find her lying just a couple feet from my head. I reached out to touch her. I fell back to sleep and then the dream came:

Cinnamon and I went to speak to a young dark-haired man. He was an animal communicator. As I stood there silent, he looked at me and said, "Isn't there something you want to ask me?"
"Oh, yes," I said, as though I'd forgotten why we'd come. "Is it time to euthanize Cinnamon?"
"Yes!!" he said emphatically, while nodding his head just as forcefully. In fact, it seemed his entire body was nodding.

It was a message I could in no way miss. It was totally congruent. I awakened in tears, knowing the truth -- that this was our last night together. Cinnamon was still lying in the same spot. I got up and went to her, crying.

"I get it, Baby Soul," I told her. "I get it." She was purring. My heart was breaking, but I knew what we had to do.

I called the mobile vet the next morning and we honored Cinnamon's desire that afternoon. In all my pain in losing her, there was a comfort in having had such a clear communication from her.

A similar unmistakable dream about Cinnamon came to me years before. Cinnamon had developed hyperthyroidism, and it was a few days before she was to have surgery to remove her "enlarged" thyroid gland. The dream character was menacing as she told me in no uncertain terms that Cinnamon would die if she had this surgery. I canceled her surgery the next morning. After informing myself further about radioactive iodine treatment for hyperthyroidism in cats, I elected to go this route. After they scanned Cinnamon's thyroid gland, they told me it was a good thing I didn't have surgery done because the difference in size was nearly impossible to see with the naked eye, making it difficult to know which lobe of the gland to remove. Although I wasn't wild about exposing Cinnamon to radioactive iodine, it seemed the least invasive therapy over time. The idea of forcing medication down her every day to suppress the thyroid was not a direction I wanted to go with her. The drug route was not without its' side effects. Cinnamon did great with the iodine therapy. She never developed hypothyroidism (the iodine therapy did not destroy the "good" remaining lobe of her thyroid gland), nor did her hyperthyroidism return.

The importance of dreams are one of the ways Maggie changed my life, and why I wrote MAGGIE the dog who changed my life. I can't encourage you enough to connect with your dreams as a part of you. They can have vital messages that many of us miss because we don't give them enough credibility. Our animals, in particular, may communicate with us in our dreams.

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Dawn Kairns  

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Ingrid King said...

What a beautiful post. You're so fortunate to have had that clear communication about the right time to let Cinnamon go. Even though I know it in no way diminished the pain of losing her, it must have helped.

For me, another aspect of dreaming about our animals has been that it's a way for them to "visit" after they've passed on. I've had this happen with every cat I've lost. Not as often as I would have liked, but I've learned to acknowledge it every single time it happens, and it's a very comforting feeling.

Dawn Kairns, Author of MAGGIE the dog who changed my life said...

It really did help, Ingrid. I've never had a dream quite so clear.

Like you, I feel dreaming about our animals is their way of visiting us after they pass. The veils between the worlds are thinner, I think, when our conscious mind is out of the picture.