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March 11 marks the 3rd year anniversary of what what to become one of the lousiest years I have ever had. In the span of less than 12 months, I lost four of my beloved old timers.

 

Lena was the first of the four to die. She was a Caucasian Ovcharka, born in St. Petersburg, Russia after the collapse of communism. She was shipped here with her littermates and arrived in the US at a few weeks of age. Lena came into my life at 14 months of age. Bigger than anything I had been used to, with that plush velvet coat and huge bear head, Lena presented a very formidable picture. But my sweet Lena was the very soul of good nature. She was the first of her breed ever to be certified as a therapy dog, and we were certified by Delta Society. She took on the role of "mother" Lena to the pups who passed through our household. Always fair, always firm, she let them know in no uncertain terms what proper behavior was. Pups listened, but when they played with her, they hung off her face, used her as a trampoline and with the patience of a saint, she withstood all the puppy punishments they dealt to her.

 

Let an adult do the same, Lena became a formidable opponent, but in keeping with her sensibilities, she never started a fight. She did end quite a few however.

 

The night before Lena died, I don't know why, but for some reason -- and I NEVER do this -- I gave her - only her, an extra meal. The significance of this wasn't lost on her and she wagged her tail happily as she cleaned her bowl. Only a few hours later, in the early hours of the next day, she began the dying process. I couldn't believe it. I begged and pleaded with her, with God, please don't die, sweetheart. God, please don't let her die. But Lena did die. We arrived too late at the vets. My big girl was gone. She was nearly 14 yrs. old - not too bad for a giant breed.

 

I cried for days. Then, ten days after she died, I had a dream. Me - whose dreams, the ones I actually remember, are nonsensical, had the following dream. I dreamt that I was in a room, shades pulled and the day's sun was setting. The room was in twilight, with a lot of shadows. As I stood in the room, from the shadows, Lena walked out to me, looking at me with a softness of expression, one of no worry, no pain, no concern, her huge plume of a tail wagging in greeting. She stopped before me and I knelt down and kissed her on her head, on her cheek. I told her how happy I was to see her. I buried my face in her thick ruff and I cried into it and I told her what a good girl she'd been. I could smell her, I could feel the texture of her coat. Then I stood up. As I was standing, Lena turned and began to walk back into the shadows where she had come from. She paused, looked over her shoulder and gave me one last look before she turned around again and disappeared into the shadows.

 

When I awoke, I felt as though my burden of grief had been lifted. I felt closure. I went to sleep the night before still grieving. I awoke knowing my Lena had come to say good bye to me and that she was OK. And I know now, that she waits for the day when we'll be together again.

 

Sleep gently, my sweet girl, a peaceful, well deserved sleep. We'll meet again.

 

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Oh no, I shouldn't be reading these.

 

My sweet Duncan came to me in my dreams and let me know that it was his time. Maybe it was just my heart telling my brain what it needed to hear, or maybe it was the other way around. I would like to believe that some pets are so close to us that maybe they do look out for us even after they die.

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Oh no, I shouldn't be reading these.

 

My sweet Duncan came to me in my dreams and let me know that it was his time. Maybe it was just my heart telling my brain what it needed to hear, or maybe it was the other way around. I would like to believe that some pets are so close to us that maybe they do look out for us even after they die.

 

 

You know what Liz. I think these things can certainly be explained away scientifically, what physiological changes go on when we experience these things. I have no doubt about any of it. What it doesn't address is what you believe with your heart, and to me, for us, that's the most important of all.

 

I actually felt honored and humbled by the experience I described.

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