Pet Psychic

By Robin

Buddy was a sable and white Pem Welsh Corgi. He and I were inseparable - sometimes I wonder if we still aren't. He used to sleep under my bed and, sometimes while I'm watching TV in bed at night, I think I still hear him rustling around under the bed. I don't worry too much about it since I currently have four other dogs.

Buddy's partner in crime and best buddy was Scamp - a miniature Schnauzer that I showed, loved, and bred three litters out of. She died of kidney failure the same day Buddy was put to sleep. I currently own one of Scamp's sons, Force. Force is 17 years old and his life is fading. I know it, but I think Buddy and Scamp do too.

I also have an eight month old Pem Welsh female Corgi, also sable and white, named Beans. She sees something we cannot see, looking toward the ceiling and following "something" right over to old Force. Beans stands in front of Force watching, whatever it is, going to Force. Force is blind and deaf, still going outside using the dog door and sleeping right where his mother used to sleep - in the bedroom doorway.

Whatever it is, does not bother the other Corgi, Maddie, who grew up with Buddy and Scamp. Nor Rusty who is Force and Maddie's son. Rusty will, at times, watch something we can't see move across the living room and wag his tail. We're not disturbed by how our pets are reacting, except for the thought of losing Force. Part of me hopes that it's Buddy and Scamp coming to get "the old man."

A couple of years ago, Force went with me to Petco and "talked" readily and openly with a pet psychic. Force was affectionate to the pet psychic. He told her things she would never have known. He told her to tell me to stop calling him "the old man" and that he had a slight heart murmur that my vet later diagnosed. He also told her to tell me not to ever think of how he had been abused in a home he had been placed in (by me) and that he knew he was loved with me and that he was happy to be back.

I did a bit of crying that day and, to this day, will not refer to him as "the old man" except when he cannot hear it. Force also said that he liked meeting the pet psychic and talking with her. He also made it clear that he never wanted to live anywhere but with me. Despite the heart murmur, he said he was healthy and did not feel old at all.

Believe in it or not, it made a believer of me and several bystanders.

So, maybe I'm wrong when I say that my house is not haunted. If it is, it is by the most loving and loyal ghosts in the heavens above.