Hi there,

It’s been a rough week, emotions all over the place, bursting into tears randomly to the point I have to excuse myself at work so no one sees me losing it. I’m doing ok but it comes in waves, my whole daily routine is different. Each morning I’d get up an hour early so that I could take Jake to my mothers, I’d pick him up after work, at night we go out for a walk, go out again one more time before bed, maybe 1-2 times in the middle of the night to go potty again. I keep waking up looking for him, then I remember & it crushes me a little. My apt is so empty, coming come is really hard at times. My mother is just as devastated, she spent her week days with Jake, and often helped me take him to his doctor’s appts. I know this change will take time to get used to, and each day Im a little better, but my goodness I miss him terribly.

But something happened this week that shocked me. I know how it will sound and I understand if my story isn’t believed but it happened and it’s real.

I work at an outpatient surgery center, I do pre-op, patient recovery, OR work etc., but on this particular day I was in pre-op, meaning I get the patient ready for surgery by going through their health history with them, addressing any questions or concerns they may have, getting their vitals, starting an IV & preparing any meds or antibiotics that are ordered. I was getting a young woman in her 20s ready for surgery, and we clicked right away because I told her we’re both Aquarius babies born in January, she said we’re both feisty trouble makers and we laughed. I thought she was very mature for her age, well spoken, like an old soul. She was very sweet and apparently intuitive. I finished getting her ready and started helping another patient right next to her.

That’s when she called my name and asked to speak to me. I figured she had a question or concern about her surgery but she says no, she needs to tell me something. So I get closer and ask if everything is alright; she says yes, then asked, “Did you lose someone recently? A pet........your dog?” I stared at her for a minute before answering yes, and that’s all I could say. Im shocked as I’d not spoken of Jake to her or to anyone I worked with that day. I ask how she knows this, and she says it’s just a gift she’s had since childhood, that she can feel energy and hear things. That she’s always been spiritual. Then she asks if my stomach has been bothering me and if I’ve been eating enough, I answer yes, I’ve not been very hungry this week, I just didn’t feel like eating; she says I have knots in my stomach as I’m carrying my stress and my pain there. She says that today, I need to go to a quiet place after work and talk to him, cry, feel how I feel and embrace the emotions, that he’s ok, he can hear me and that doing this and talking to him will help me feel better. I’m still kind of staring at her in disbelief. I’d not said anything about Jake, she couldn’t have known my dog was a boy, she couldn’t have known any of this. I almost cried and wanted to hug her but of course with covid I can’t, and I didn’t want to be unprofessional. I thanked her profusely for being so kind and for telling me. I couldn’t believe what she told me. I was also curious what she’d say after surgery while still under the effects of anesthesia. 

Now when she gets out of surgery it got better. I wait to check on her once she’s a little more awake and ask how she’s feeling, if she’s having any pain, or if she needs anything like another warm blanket. She opens her eyes and I realize she’s still loopy but she says, “I saw him when I was asleep, his little short tail is so cute and I love his big floppy ears.” Then she falls back asleep, and Im standing there shocked again with my mouth wide open, mask on of course. I let her rest and don’t see her again until she’s being discharged. All I could do is thank her for what she told me, that I will do what she suggested and hope it heals me a little. She says, “God gave me this gift so I can help people. Funny thing is, my surgery was originally scheduled for last week, but for some reason it was changed to today, now I know it’s because I was supposed to be here today for you. God knew that you needed help and that we were supposed to meet. God bless you and take care.” Then she left. I had to excuse myself and cry a little. I did what she told me to do that night, and since then I actually have felt a little better. I’m still breaking down when I get home but not as often during the day. I’m just in awe that this happened but I’m so grateful. I didn’t make this up and my other coworkers witnessed it, they knew about Jake and overheard the whole thing. Wow, is all I can say. I miss him so much.