Your Pets And Death

Many people want to know what happens to our pets when they die.

The spirits of our pets often stay with us after their ‘physical’ death in order to provide us with the same companionship and love as they did when alive.  We are often not able to consciously perceive the presence of our passed-over pet -  but on a soul level we intuitively know when our cat, dog, bird etc are around us.  So what happens to our pets when they die?

Animals are alive and well on the ‘Other Side’.  All the animals that exist on earth, exist on ‘The Other Side’ The animals on the ‘Other Side’ include every pet we have had in this and all of our past lives.

We can often recall the smell or softness of our pet’s fur, and/or its distinctive sound or personality.  After the death of a pet many people are convinced that they are able to see, hear or sense their pet’s presence, even if only for a moment or two.

So what happens to our pets when they die and where do they go?
They can be in between bodies (or incarnations), hanging out in their favourite spot in the garden or under a tree or even lazing in their favourite chair.  They can even have new bodies and a new life.  They could be your next door neighbour’s new kitten or a newborn lion in Africa, or they could even be the new puppy or kitten you introduce into the family home.  They may even be languishing in ‘heaven’, waiting for their owner’s arrival on the ‘Other Side’ or at the ‘Rainbow Bridge’.

The concept of the ‘Rainbow Bridge’ is a way of expressing the everlasting bond of love between pets and humans.  When curious as to what happens to our pets when they die, listen to your own intuition, coming from a place of love.
Through research, intuition and personal experience, we are able to know what happens to our pets when they die.

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  1. JeffTitelius says:

    Farewell Onyx.He crossed Rainbow Bridge;his body's as playful as his mind.Keep family & special friend Angel in thoughts.I shall miss Onyx.

  2. Cindy says:

    I’ve just lost my baby girl of 14 years. Sassy was her name. That baby and I were joined at the hip since the day I adopted her. She was 10 weeks old. I chose her out of all the other pets in the Pet Store where I live. I sensed something special about her from the first look. Over the 14 years I was blessed to have her, she gave me so much love, happiness and so much comfort. She was everything to me. I never left her anywhere. If I went on vacations, she was right there by me in my car. Needless to say, I’m in a world of sadness and deep depression. I just need to know she is still with me…even in spirit form. Can anyone give me some hope and reassurance that she’s right here next to me? Is there anything I can do to get her to show herself…even for a second, or get her to bark, close a door or do anything? I need her with me. I don’t know how I’ll continue to go on with this heart gripping sadness I’m feeling. I need help. PLEASE.

    • Nancy says:

      Hello Cindy,

      My heart is with yours and also feeling the same sadness that you are feeling. I too just lost my little toy poodle of 14 years. She was my daughter, my best friend, my buisness partner and my therapist. We were also always together always. The passenger seat on my car even has her name engraved. I relaize she had a wonderful life and was very ill and is in a better place right now but my heart longs for her and I am finding it very hard each day. So here I am doing the same soul searching as you. She passed on oct 17,2012 since than I have been wanting to communicate with her as you have. I also ask her to please come to me in my dreams …………..still looking for that sign. I have found these website and they may be helpful to you also. I might even call for a session.
      Please keep in touch and my prays are with you.

    • joyce says:

      She will always be close to you in your heart. I have lost several pets and one tomorrow I have to put down .My Little boy my cat. Your baby has gone to heaven and having a great time. She can’t be with you now but she will wait for you when your turn comes. So get a new fur baby to fill the hurt some it helps a lot.

  3. Kelly says:

    I just lost my cat Dodger, he was 18 yrs old. I know he is on this side of rainbow bridge running in the field’s with all the other animals no longer in pain. He was such a friendly timid cat, soft as could be, I can still remember the good times watching Munch and him playing curled up together or Dodger simply following me around.
    I hope Munch will be fine now as he is missing his brother and he is in his 21st year.

    As for myself I am taking it hard anything is setting me off at this point do to the circumstances of me having to have Dodger euthanized the vet thought it was heart failure or a tumor, not sure as I didn’t have the funds to have x-rays etc done at the end he had emaciated and was having severe breathing problems which all occurred in 3 weeks.

    I just hope I didn’t have him put down for some simple thing like asthma that was curable.

    I am feeling rotten this grief is almost unbearable but will get over it somehow whether it takes months or years.

    • joyce says:

      you done the right thing he probably had heart trouble. that happened to my cat a few months ago. he went to heaven so don’t worry. he is in no pain just happy…

  4. Cindy says:

    I just lost my best friend Precious yesterday and I am feeling such deep intense sadness its unbearable. I can still hear her snort and see her looking up at me. I miss her soo much. I got her or should I say she got me from day one and we were joined at the hip. She was my touchstone, my best friend, my counselor you name it all rolled up in one amazing tiny little body. She was tiny but had the biggest heart of anyone person or animal I know. Im not sure how its gonna be without her I am having trouble imaging a world without her in it.

  5. cindy says:

    Cindy’s Little Bit of Heaven was my babies registered name and it was so very true. On January 27, 2009 she was born in the middle of the Night via a C-section at the veterinary hospital. The moment that the veterinarian listed her from her mother’s womb, she went straight into my arms and spent the greatest part of her life right there. Her mother rejected her and did not want to nurse her. She was such a tiny little thing that she could not nurse on her own. Every 2 hours I had to hold her up to nurse on her mother. At about 4 weeks I completely took over her feedings except for the occasional nursing, which was very difficult because she was so weak and her mother did not want her to nurse. Even at six weeks she was so tiny and weak that I had to hold her up on her wobbly little legs while I hand fed her. It was at this time that I believe that I officially became her Mother. Even as she grew, she was very tiny. When she finally got old enough to eat solid foods, we found out that she had a digestive problem and she could not tolerate any of the prepared foods even from the veterinarian. We soon discovered that she liked and could digest chicken. So for the rest of her short life, approximately 5 years and six months, she was ate almost entirely chicken. I suppose that it was because I started hand feeding her at such a young age she would not eat food from a dish; it had to be from my hand. But I did not mind, I loved taking care of her. Before long we found that she would no longer digest even the chicken entirely so her life of constant medications began. I had to give her medicine from a syringe each time before I fed her. She injured her little leg, and I took her to the veterinarian, and found out the it was out of the joint, so she had surgery to repair it. It was all wrapped up tight to hold it in place. After a few days she started whining, which she never did, so I ended up taking her back to the vet to have her leg checked. The vet found that she was allergic to the wrappings on her leg and she was on the very verge of getting gang green. If I had not known that she was in distress and insisted to taking her back to the vet she would have died or at the very least lost her little leg. So, from then on she had her left front leg out of the joint and could not walk on it. But we continued on…I own my own business so she went to work with me every day as well as everywhere else that I went also. When I had cancer about two years ago, I made sure that I got a room at a hotel that would allow her to be there, so that I could be with her until the minute that I had to leave and I could talk to her over the phone until I could leave the hospital. It first started because she had to have her medication regularly but before long we were so attached to each other that we did not want to be separated at all. If I left the room she would cry for me. At about three years I took her to her vet to do an x-ray of her stomach to see if her digestive problems had gotten worse. I waited in the waiting room while they were doing the X-ray. After a while an assistant came out and got me. When I went into the room I was shocked. My precious little baby had had a heart attack. Her doctor said that as soon as she turned her on her back to shoot the x-ray she had a heart attack and she had to rush her in to life support to save her. She was still alive but she could not walk and she looked like she was going to die. The doctor said that she probably would not make it through the night. I sat up and held her all night, all of the next day and night for several days and nights praying for her unceasingly. God did answer my prayers and very slowly she recovered. But then we had to put her on a heart medicine because they found when they shot the x-ray that she had not only a very swollen little heart but that it also had a very large growth on it. Before long we had to add another medication for her heart by this time she was taking numerous medications every few hours day and night. But we went on, as she got a little older her little leg got so bad that she could barely walk, so I carried her almost everywhere she went. She was such a good baby, she never made a fuss. She loved going to the pet store or the farm supply stores so that she could get out and meet all the people. She made friends everywhere she went. Every fast food in town knew her by name. Then in December of 2012 some lady ran a red light and hit us while I was holding her in my arms and it threw her up into the roof of the car and then all the way into the back window as the car spun around. She got swelling of the brain from this and now had to be put on phenobarbital for her seizures. But still we went on. A few weeks ago she got so that she would throw up every time that she ate. Then it got worse and worse until finally she did not want to eat at all, and could not keep it down even when she did eat. I knew when I took her to the vet on June 19, 2014 that she could not be saved. The vet told me that she would eventually starve to death because her heart had swollen so much that the food could not get past her esophagus and to her stomach. The vet told me that it was a miracle that I was able to keep this little one alive for all of these years, that she was never meant to live, and that it was time to let her go. So she got a sedative and she went to sleep in my arms then she was put to sleep. I was hurting so bad that I could hardly breathe. I took her home and buried her in her favorite blanket in my yard so that I could be near her precious little body. It has been almost a week now and I am literally sick with grief. She was the only “child” that my husband and I would ever have and now she was gone. I have all of these questions, and no answers. I firmly believe in God and the afterlife. I have seen and felt the presence of many human spirits. So I have been waiting for her to give me some sign that she is still with me. Sometimes, it feels as if she is there, but it is so elusive that I can’t be really sure that she is there. I wonder if she will not come to me because I had her put to sleep. I would have died myself if it would have kept her alive but it would not. My poor baby barely every weighed more than two pounds; she was such a tiny little thing. Most people were amazed at how tiny she was. In my despair, I tried an online psychic service, much to my dismay one told me about how she was a big dog and the next seemed to think that it as a man I was grieving. So I got no answers there. I have absolutely no interest in my business, my husband, my life since she has been gone. I only pray that God will take me to be with her. She did not like for me to leave her alone and I could not bear to leave her either. She always slept with me so that I would know if she needed me in the night. I can barely stand to go to bed at night. My days and nights are filled with thinking; this is the first time I have had to do this without Little Bit. Every one that I see in the course of my business was used to seeing her laying by my desk as I worked and they all ask about her. Every time that I have to go to a fast food for our lunch they ask me about her and each and every time it just like the first time that I knew that she was gone. It feels as if I have lost her all over again. My husband use to sing a little jingle he made up for her it went something like this…
    Little Bit came down
    from Heaven above
    to give mama love
    to give mama love
    and she does.

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