This may sound crazy but I swear it's true. Ever since Sammy died, I see dogs in the clouds. And every time I see a dog in the cloud, I think of it as a message from her.
It didn't start until a few weeks after we had to put Sammy down. I would be out walking, or driving to or from work and see it there, plain as day, from the ears to the tail, along with all four paws. Every time I would see it, it was only there for no more than 30 seconds before it would dissipate into an object of no particular shape.
Eventually, the images became two dogs playing with each other. I am not sure if this happened after we got Bailey or if the timing was just random, but every time I saw one dog in the clouds, I would look for the second one playing with the first one because it was there every time.
One day I mentioned this to my hair stylist and she suggested that I should try to take a picture of it when it happens again. After that conversation, it didn't happen again for a long time. I thought maybe I had seen the last of it, that Sammy had gone off into doggy heaven, her job to let us know that she was OK fulfilled. I accepted that, but I was still disappointed to think I would never get a message from Sammy again.
A few nights ago when we were in the hot tub, though, I did see it again. Once again, from the pointy ears to the tip of the tail, there was a cloud in the sky that looked like a dog. I pointed it out to Brian and he saw it too. I remembered about the second dog that was always present with the first dog and looked a little to the left, where, sure as the sun rises every morning, there was another cloud resembling a dog. This one had its rear legs straightened, tail curling upwards and front legs bent as if in a playing stance. I pointed that one out to Brian as well and he said, "Yeah, I see both of them. It doesn't really get any clearer than that."
"Sammy's back," I told him. "She always sends these messages in the clouds."
Maybe we are crazy. But I remember when Christoper Reeve died, his wife, who had spent so many years his faithful companion caring for him after his accident, looked out her bedroom window that night and saw an awesome display of shooting stars. She said you can choose to believe things like this can be explained scientifically or you can believe that it truly is loved ones communicating to us from beyond. She said she chose to believe the latter.
So do I, Mrs. Reeve. So do I.
