By Harold Klemp
Cats, dogs, and turtles have a heaven, just like people. It makes you wonder why some people get so angry to hear that animals go to heaven. That’s where we all come from.
—Harold Klemp, Ask The Master, Book 2
A man had a very old dog, Zeke, who was his special friend. The veterinarian had bad news, though. The fourteen-and-a-half-year-old dog had cancer in his abdomen, but no pain.
He’d probably slip peacefully away, said the vet. But if Zeke developed a breathing problem, it would be time to let him go.
That sad day soon came. The man and his wife took Zeke to the vet and had him put to sleep. Zeke was in the man’s arms when he went, literally leaping from that tired old body like a prisoner set free from his cell.
On the drive home, the man’s Spiritual Eye opened. He saw Prajapati, the ECK Master who cares for the animals.
Prajapati was standing on a hill near a tree. Behind him came a stream of bright golden sunlight from the sky. But there was also a ball of light, and the man knew instinctively that it was his departed friend, Zeke, in the Soul body.
Zeke’s joy was unbounded.
By telepathic voice, Zeke said to the man, “Daddy, I’m free! Thank you for all the love.”
Many people love their pets very much and feel a deep sense of loss when they pass over. And they often worry, Is that the end? Does my dear friend simply cease to be?
Soul is eternal. Soul lives on in the next world, just as It did in this one.
And, if it is right for that Soul, It can come back to earth in another body, sometimes to the same family It was with before.
Is God’s love even sufficient for animals? Yes, it very clearly is—at least, it is clear to those who have the eyes to see and the spiritual awareness to recognize this eternal truth.
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Excerpted from Animals Are Souls Too!
—Photo by John Villemonte
The sweet Lili baby doggie left to the Astral and I miss her so much I feel he visits me on my bed.
It has been quite comforting to read this just now. Less than a month ago, my precious Cocker Spaniel, just shy of eighteen years old was put to sleep. Even though she had an extremely long life for a dog, it was no easier to let her go. Her body had become a prison of sorts, and only after she was gone did I realize just how much so. Last summer I had a wonderful dream, and with its recollection I am relieved, and reminded that she knew more about her passing than I can imagine. She had started long before to make her way to the other side. The song “Hallelujah” had never been one that I knew the words to, nor did I know anything of it except the tune. In fact, at the time of the dream I knew nothing at all. Dove had spent the last fifteen months sleeping on my bed instead of her bed on the floor that she shared with her sibling, Robin, who had died at almost age seventeen. In the dream Dove sat up in her bed, and sang the word, Hallelujah, big as an opera singer. It was so loud and clear, and came out with such love and beauty as her mouth moved. She was looking forward to that joyful event. Of course, I could not convince myself, and after she passed I kept looking for a sign that she was in a state of bliss. It finally came a few days ago, when I saw a two foot area of lawn covered by tiny dried pinkish purple blossoms. They looked and reminded me of dried purple flowers I had bought and kept in my drawer from one of my previous Spaniels that died in 1990. Just a couple of days earlier, I was asking Dove to please let me know how things were, and called her by the other dog’s name by accident. Funny thing is, I had always known Dove had been with me before, and used to wonder which pet of so many dogs, rats, birds, that she may have been. She is in Heaven, and there is no doubt she is with them all. Of course, this life has time for one more dog, and I plan on doing everything possible to help her return to me if it is meant to be. She was so very special, and Prajapati is taking great care of her and her family.
What a comforting feeling. We recently lost our very dear friend Pepper (Mini Schnauzer) who gave love to everyone she met. She had diabetes and went blind as a result. The day we had to take her to the vet because her organs began to shut down she walked around the small lake with me and seemed very happy. Unfortunately, for me she was having her last walk. It gave me great comfort to know that she would be in the loving hand of Prajapti. On the night she went to sleep she came to me in the dream and still drops in to say hello once in a while
I found comfort reading that lovely story and I know one day I would meet all my lovely pet friends in that world or the next with full of love. Thank you Mahanta
This is a beautiful story of love, loss, and living again. What a blessing our furry friends are.
I have often wondered about this since they have a soul and are created from the same source, then why not? Love doesn’t end with death and soul lives through eternity. I look forward to all my pets returning or me meeting them again when I return home.
Love and Light, Chris Ferreira
I wonder what it is that makes some humans love animals way more than others do. I myself love all animals and creatures alike. I find myself saying often that I care about animals too much maybe more than humans. Kind of a joke but I just love animals so much.
I so understand & feel that if not more. They, as soul, are my children. Not pets, but family. And I have such a difficult time knowing so many are not treated as such. Because I understand how aware animals are. And how loving & how much millions suffer. I have a very difficult time knowing.
Such a beautiful illustration for this gentle story.