Pet Reincarnation

[Patient]

I have had a lot of pets. Each one creates a special bond for sure.

Last year our Great Perinese passed away - she was 17 years old. She was amazing.

Since yesterday I have had a major urge to find a German Shepherd pup. I can not stop thinking about it.

Then I come upon this thread - maybe I am being moved into the right position to bring a new dog into our family.

[onevoice]

Posted by Patient (here)
I have had a lot of pets. Each one creates a special bond for sure.

Last year our Great Perinese passed away - she was 17 years old. She was amazing.

Since yesterday I have had a major urge to find a German Shepherd pup. I can not stop thinking about it.

Then I come upon this thread - maybe I am being moved into the right position to bring a new dog into our family.

My intuition tells me perhaps it is right time for you as well.

Incidentally, I ordered a crystal dowsing pendulum that is helpful to get simple yes/no type of answer to simple questions. So after cleaning the crystal and calibrating it to myself, I asked the pendulum if a bottle of lemon water in my left hand is good for me. It swung front to back to indicate a yes. Then I held an active smartphone in my left hand and asked if this is good for me. The pendulum swung left to right to indicate no. Finally, I put the pendulum above our new kitty and asked if Fluke is here now. The pendulum clearly swung front to back to indicate yes.

The new kitty is so happy running around doing all the things Fluke used to do, and has brought joy to our house again. And Fluke was a yellow Tabby, the new kitty is also a yellow Tabby with face that looked exactly like Fluke did, except that the new kitty has a longer tail and has an area of white under the chin and into the chest. No doubt the new kitty feels right at home.

*=[Post Update]=*

I added an old picture of Fluke and a one new one. The picture of him sitting on the carpet is the old picture. The picture of him sitting on the black cushion is the new picture of Fluke. Notice the similarities of the facial stripe patterns on one of the old pictures and the new picture on the bottom.

[petra]

Posted by Rich (here)
I haven't dreamed as much about anyone as my dog (that I remember).

That's fascinating! I've had several cats, but never dreamed of them.

The only pet I ever dreamed of was my pet gecko, and the dreams were really weird and creepy. He died.... it was partially my fault too. I left him home alone for days at a time, and the heater broke in the winter time (probably because I touched it), so he died from the cold

Posted by Rich (here)
I felt like I betrayed the one who loved me unconditionally, it was a long time ago and I was ignorant and selfish.
I wasn't there when my dad brought him to the shelter and he told 'Wolfie' to go with the Kennel assistant. They might have put him to sleep.

I hope that I can meet him again someday (whatever form he may be in) and make up for my mistakes.

I feel like that about my previous cat, but it's really complicated. The guilt I feel is for not putting her out of her misery sooner. She had cancer and it was getting really bad.... horrifying to look at too. Eventually we got her euthanized, and as hard as that was, it was a relief.

Sometimes I wonder to myself, if I was the cat, would I forgive me?

I don't feel like I would... and that makes me feel worse. But at the same time, I feel like SHE probably DOES forgive me. Maybe she's wiser than I am.

I've got a new cat now, he's an old brute about 10 years old, my friend game him to me. He reminds me of her sometimes, and I've had times it feels like this new cat is a combination of my three previous cats! I've heard of group souls too, and so maybe it's possible there's three cat-souls in one body.

[TomKat]

I know of 4 cat reincarnations. One irrefutably proved, another proved to my satisfaction, and 2 more just recognition. They all came back as the same sex, about the same size, but different color. Personalities were not much changed either. If you lose a cat, look for it to reincarnate in 5 or 6 years, and to come looking for you when it's able. A stray cat who hangs around your home, even if you changed homes, even if it showed up before you moved there, is probably your baby.

[Brigantia]

This thread came my way when I was looking for something else... I have been thinking about this topic a lot recently!

My beloved Sammy died last February, and I still well up when I think of him. I believe that all cats are special, but some really stand out... he did, he had such a fun and expansive personality. I think that before he was Sammy, he was my childhood cat Tuppence.

Tuppence stayed with Mum for a while after I left home and they had a very close bond, but after a year came to live with me. She was so sweet and playful, just like Sammy, and lived to the age of 18. Sammy was a rescue kitten in the country where my mum lived, she was adamant that she wasn't going to have any more cats but had to have Sammy when she saw him. After Mum died, we arranged for Sammy to get a pet passport and had him flown here.

So... if Sammy was Tuppence, he came back to both Mum and me.

I also have Freya, she turned up on our doorstep 5 years ago, starving and abandoned. I didn't want two cats, but after we had fed her up to a normal weight, we couldn't bear to part with her. She has turned into such a diva and doesn't like other cats - just like one of my old cats Abby, who died suddenly when she was 5 years old.

The time span between Tuppence and Sammy was 16 years; between Abby and Freya it was 19 years.

Edit - something has occurred to me, as I've been thinking about the cats since posting. Both Tuppence and Sammy were excellent mousers but never killed birds, and that's quite unusual.

Further edit!
I've since realised that Freya has not come back to me again once, but twice. Looking through old photos I remembered Harvey, a sweet little kitten who only lived for one year; Abby was then born 5 years later. Freya has his gutsy personality to a T, as did Abby.

[DeDukshyn]

Well I now have a story to add to this thread.

I lost my cat last August. I was visiting my mom's place in BC from Calgary, and had to bring my cat, Ming. Ming was a weird cat. His behaviour and quirks definitely made him stand out. He had this high pitched squeaky, scratchy meow, that had qualities of a baby crying, and could really be irritating as it forced a sense of urgency in the listener. He was persistent, needy, and a bit high maintenance and had a bit of a troubled past. His breed was Ragdoll, but he was a shorthair version - so had some genetic drift, which isn't that unusual as Ragdoll is a newer breed and still hasn't fully stabilized and sometimes get the qualities of Birman or Persian, of which the Ragdoll has been bred from. Ming was also a bit small for a Ragdoll which a usually larger, well muscled cats. They are also known as "dog-like" cats, and Ming seemed to me a lot like a small yippy annoying dog - but less annoying (to me anyway).

I basically rescued Ming. His original owners didn't want him anymore, and so he was given to one of their kids, but was given back after a couple months as being "incompatible". So he was given to one of the other kids (both adult, on their own) and that also only lasted a few months and he was given back again. The owner, my sisters ex (common-law wife at the time), told us we could try to find him a home or else he'd be surrendered to the SPCA - likely to be put down. We asked around, and finally I told my ex, "Let's just take him for now and keep trying to find him a home", so we took him in.

He was definitely an oddball. Got along well enough with our existing cat Theo, but only because Theo is incredible tolerant and easy going. Me and my ex then separated shortly after and I took Ming. His behaviour improved, he just needed some love and stability and freedom, and I was able to give him that. He was still weird though, but became quite an enjoyable pet to have, again quite "dog-like" in loyalty and behaviour.

So, last summer I was in BC (where I live now) and Ming, generally an indoor cat, escaped and ran off. He always got a thrill from adventure, and I had wanted to try to turn him into an "adventure cat" - a cat that could go everywhere with me to help quench that thrill seeking nature of his. He never came back, and a few nights later I heard a cat being killed - probably by coyotes or a cougar. I knew it was Ming. I ran outside toward where the sound was coming from in my underwear hoping maybe I could save him, but couldn't get far in the woods in the nigh in my underwear.

I accepted it. Its always sad losing a pet. I'd had him for about 4-5 years, but have lost many pets and knew this is par for the course sometimes. But I missed him, of course.

Four months later I moved out to BC, and am living in the basement suite at my mom's house - the place where I lost Ming. My mom kept asking if I was going to get another cat, and I told yeah I definitely need to get one, but I'm thinking the Universe will just provide me one and it will come to me somehow ... in the last few months I've been thinking about it more and more ...



Last week, my mom noticed a cat in the driveway. Not too weird, but I haven't seen a cat in the area here since I move here - not one. I opened the door and called to it, but I don't think it heard me and eventually wandered off into the neighbors yard and out of site. Two nights later, we are eating supper and noticed the same cat at the door to the back deck. The door that Ming had escaped out of.

I quickly got up and opened the door, and the cat ran off. I had a bag of cat treats (Ming's from when I had visited the previous summer) and grabbed that and went out onto the deck. It was dark so I called "here kitty!" and I heard the cat call back, so I threw some treats in that direction, and the cat ran off at my throwing movement.

I went downstairs to my suite and saw the cat at my door, which is just below the deck. I opened the door and gave it some treats, and coaxed it inside. It was starving, looked like it hadn't eaten in weeks, so I opened a can of salmon and let it eat. The cat stayed the night, and wouldn't leave me alone, slept with me right by my pillow; would not stop purring and cuddling with me all night, poking my face, etc, and the next day just followed me around everywhere, and wouldn't be more than 5 feet from me anywhere I went ... like a small dog, which was exactly what Ming used to do, but I brushed it off as just a reaction to me feeding it and bring it in from the cold.

So I put out some posters and tried to find an owner, but there's no collar or anything, and I still have this cat a week later. Now that "survival behaviour" has subsided, I can say that this cat is like a cookie cutter of Ming, the only difference is that this cat is black, and slightly larger, but behaviour, personality and quirkiness wise is 100% Ming, like a spitting image copy ... which is only eye opening because Ming was a very unique cat in personality and behaviour - I have owned many, and its not typical, that is for sure.

It feels like this cat IS Ming ... if one of my kids or my ex were to visit, and I blindfolded them, they would 100% believe that this cat was Ming. Especially his squeaky, scratchy, "irritating" unique meow - its exact, how he responds vocally, the way he follows me around, everything. Its actually spooky.

I think Ming was re-incarnated into this cat, and came back. This cat seems to be about 1.5 years old, which could pretty much make it born the time Ming became deceased.

[Bill Ryan]

[Brigantia]

Thanks for the bump Bill!

I'll just add a further 'coincidence' to my post about Sammy above, who was my mum's cat, and then came to live with me. Mum had called him after her childhood cat, so her first and last cats were both called Sammy.

I've since wondered whether my childhood cat Tuppence was her first cat Sammy; she had not had any other cats between them. As Tuppence was 'my' kitten I chose the name which was Scampi (hey, I was only 6, don't ask me why, I don't really know myself!). Mum must have thought that was a really daft name and renamed her as Tuppence.

I've since realised that if you take the letters c and p out of Scampi, you get Sami... Sammy. Whoah. Was my intuition working in overdrive here?

[Bill Ryan]

Copying this lovely post by Ravenlocke on the Animals are Magical thread.

We might never be able to 'prove' this, but I'd be very confident this is a typical case of a reincarnated dog joyfully recognizing his former owner.

Posted by Ravenlocke (here)
https://x.com/AMAZlNGNATURE/status/1777524438860275976

[shaberon]

This is one of those times where I don't have an obituary, yet, but there is a chance of it coming round over the next day.

This looks like one of the only threads somewhat related to the subject, but I'm not really talking about reincarnation, so much as the whole fact of death and our relationship to or through it and each other.


In the past few years, I have been around an unusually large number of animals, and, so much death of the sudden or traumatic kind, it must be at least above average. And by now the population has dwindled to the point where what's left are most like pets.

I don't *own* any pets. None of this has to do with me. I am the caretaker when the owner is away. To the extent possible, I make friends with someone else's pets. And so none of them are mine, but they are important to me.


About three weeks ago, I was told one of the dogs has diabetes and was starting insulin, which I might have to administer. If so she's been goin keto for a while; it's a small Bostie, but, she used to look well fed. She became rather frail.

Yesterday we had a bonding moment that I can tell was helpful. Kind of uncommon when you are one among many, who, theoretically, would be getting this from their owners.

I stepped away for a while and when I came back she had barfed on my mattress. And I made a noise and gesture. Mostly because of the way I have to come around the corner and the suddenness of seeing it. Ordinarily, I'm not going to react, like a nurse or something is just used to it. But I was kind of surprised and made this unpleasant sound, which I felt was bad and unfair to the dog, and I wound up apologizing for it.

Here's the thing that really concerns me. A week or so ago, after I already know she's on treatment, I hear her start crying at night. And it goes on. And on. And I don't understand why no one's reacting so I go to check it out myself. She's in her owner's room. The door does absolutely nothing to stifle the noise. I don't understand how you can sleep through that, but, as you can understand, I'm not just supposed to burst into someone's room at night.

It happened a couple more times so I said something about it to the person I rent from, and I found out the owner was not there.

The dog was crying because she was abandoned and shut in a room by herself.

And I don't see how you can do this to something that is in a weakened condition. It can aggravate the harm. Giving her the insulin is only part of the care that a cherished pet deserves. They could have just let the dog come to me.

I do this. You all leave these dogs with me for three days at will. It's fine. For me, the dogs are well behaved, and we sleep in a big pile. It's probably going to be a little smaller, for one who's an adult but not really an old adult, in a way that makes me concerned issues of neglect lead to eating disorders.

Just on the receiving side, as to why I see these animals sometimes, could be construed as deficient attention. I kind of feel they need a friend. And when it comes to death, then, yes, I think the right support helps them get to animal heaven. I believe you can meet each other there regardless of future embodiments. That seems to be what I am working on, rather than anything on earth.

[shaberon]

RIP Moonie the Dog


I took your visit the other night as a goodbye.

A cat gave me the news.

What people said was kind of extraneous to that. But, I was mistaken, you were up in years, 15 or so, which means at least this was not sudden or traumatic.

We weren't all that close, but, you were a real sweetheart. I am not sure about reincarnation, but, I am sure you will find a peaceful state in the mind-only realm.

Thank you for being my friend. Although you were clumsy with the teeth in biting the hand that feeds, you actually had the best balance and could stand on two feet quite well. I will always remember your affection, because I really have no reason to deserve it. You were just a little dog, but a really big help.

Remember our other friends who went before, and you are still in our big pile.