I have the best of Best Friends. She comes round, again and again. Always more beautiful than the time before- soul refinement and blessings galore.
I felt sick as a dog on the night of September 11th. I was waking up hourly to empty my liquid bowels. Standing up made me nauseous and I was afraid I was going to shit down my own legs. I figured maybe it was one of the eggs I put into my dinner omelet.
The cats weren’t helping. They wanted to lay on my stomach, causing me more discomfort. I just wanted to sleep it off.
The 11th rolled into the 12, and I tried to go about my normal routine, but I wasn’t feeling normal at all. My uncle came over to help out my grandma and I tried to sleep the day away, but was reawakened every hour or two by demanding felines.
I slipped in and out of dream space.
The woman accuses me of being an escort because I have a stack of cash. I tell her I just sold my truck. She also accuses me of having fake “air inflated” breasts. I tell her that “that isn’t at all true. I got fat and lost some weight and now I have stretch marks.”
Other strange thoughts invade my mind as I toss and turn.
I just don’t want to feel this way anymore. I just want to sleep for 24 hours straight. I just want to be taken care of because I don’t have the energy right now to care at all.
I wake up early on September 13th. I go to my Facebook feed. There she is in my memories. My fur buddy’s 10th Doggaversary. Today would have been our 11th.
See just when I was settling into the idea that I no longer have to fill her water and food bowls, I am reminded of how far we went, and how close we came to 11. I think about how, we would celebrate together since my birthday is so close to the day we found each other.
I realize, it wasn’t the eggs that made me sick; it was knowing that I would have to wake up on the 13th and deal with a new slew of emotions. And that settling into emotions is much like the settling of sand which can be moved by a breeze, or a wash of water, dried out by the sun and stepped on, only to be encrusted into the indentations of some passerby’s shoes and transported to places unseen.
I’d like to not have to do anything for a while, so that I can just sleep if I want to sleep and dream these weird dreams, hoping we eventually reunite in that dreamspace for a little bit. And, see I know I can’t tarry there long, but I would still like the opportunity, nonetheless.
When you can’t rely on language to have a connection, a psychic bond is the answer. It is a heart and head connection requiring no audible noise. Claddagh in the early days was a bit of an escape artist, but she always seemed to have a reason to go where ever it was that she would end up.
In 2008 in the hours leading up to the 48 Hour Film Festival debut, Claddagh disappeared out of my friends yard. His dog stayed within the fence, and Claddagh was no where to be found. Knowing that I had a bunch of shit to do in a short period of time, looking for my dog was last on the list. As I washed up in the shower, in my mind I said “Claddagh, if you don’t get back here in the next five minutes, don’t bother coming home. You are stressing me out right now.”
A few seconds later my friend hollered through the bathroom door that he found her. After finishing up, I came out and asked him where she had been and he says “You’re never going to believe it… She was just over at this guys house down the block. He said that he saw her at the fence and she took one look at him, jumped the fence and ran over to him and just started loving on him. He told me that he had just lost his mother and his dog in the last 24 hours, and it was like she came over to console him. He volunteered to watch her while we go to the film festival.”
WOW! I was floored. My dog had sensed this man’s deep despair, and she broke the rules in order to go give him some much needed affection. I couldn’t be mad anymore. I was proud of her, and I hoped that she looked both ways before crossing the street. They neighbor watched her for a few hours without incident, and I was able to enjoy the film festival without stressing about my dog.
Claddagh had two run in’s with getting put into Doggy Jail. The first time was probably around 2010. Some friends invited me to go to Breitenbush hot springs with them; but Breintenbush is a dog free zone. I asked another friend to watch Claddagh for the day, as we would be leaving early morning and wouldn’t be back until later in the evening.
It ended up that the person who was going to watch her, flaked out; and I wasn’t sure what we could do with her. I wasn’t familiar with the roommate that would be home, and I knew that their backyard fence was low enough for Claddagh to escape. I told the group, “I can’t go.” And they assured me that Claddagh would be fine. Despite having a feeling of uncertainty, I was cajoled into going on the trip.
We got up to Breitenbush and spent several hours hanging out in the hot pools. Sometime around 3 pm, two of us decided to take a hike in the lush forest surrounding the area. While hiking I made the observation out loud, that it seemed wrong of us to be hiking in such a beautiful place without our dogs. Right around that time I felt a panic set in, and I just wanted to get home.
I think it was probably 10:30 or so in the evening when we returned to Corvallis. Sure enough when we get to my friends house, Claddagh is nowhere to be found. Two friends head out on foot, and I drive around hoping she is still in the neighborhood. No luck. The roommate that was home said he let her out around 3pm when he left for work. So she was left unattended in a backyard with a fence low enough to scale.
Here is where things lay over into the psychic world. These friends lived very close to the only park in Corvallis where it is a dog free zone. Claddagh had jumped the fence and went straight over to that park and was picked up by animal control and taken to the shelter. The following day was a holiday and the shelter was closed, I couldn’t be with out her for another night so I knocked on the employee door because I knew there must be someone there to feed them.
I could hear Claddagh barking from outside the building as I walked around looking for the employee entrance. A kindly little old lady answered the door, and I told her that I could hear my dog crying and that I really wanted to get her back today. The lady led me back, and she could tell that my dog was who I said she was. She told me “You are a good doggy parent, I’m just going to let you take her home today.” She waived the fee, and sent Claddagh home.
I told Claddagh “if it is a no dog zone, you might want to avoid hanging out near there.” She seemed a bit shaken with her time in lock up.
A few months later Claddagh would escape again, but differently. I had plans for us to go to the Corvallis farmers market, and before we got down there I stopped into a convenience store, in the time it took me to purchase a cold coffee and a pack of cigarettes, she had jumped out of the back window. Now, mybad, because I didn’t notice she wasn’t back there until I got to the farmers market… and low and behold, an empty back seat.
I got back into the car, and drove back to Philomath where the C-Store is. I start walking the blocks, calling for Claddagh. I see some kids on skateboards and I ask if they have seen a friendly, red and black dog wandering around. They say ‘yes’ and I ask them to show me which direction she went. They lead me toward a boarding house where we had a friend who was living there, so I definitely felt like they had seen my dog.
Now, Philomath is about eleven miles from the farm we were living at in Wren. I spent an hour looking for Claddagh and then I had to get on with my day, so again, silently in my head I called out to her and said ” I don’t know where you are or what you are doing, but you better not be anywhere near the highway. I have shit I have to do today, you are stressing me out.”
It was a long day, and I by the time I got home, I had been gone for about twelve hours.
As I pulled into the driveway, there was Claddagh, cowering, but happy to see me. After talking to her I got the sense that she followed the rail road tracks home. She had walked that entire way back to the farm. Needless to say, I was quite impressed with her fortitude and sense of direction. I am sure she followed the smell of the sheep all the way home.
Last month would signify Claddagh’s last foray into Doggy Jail. So far as I can tell, she was out in the front yard, unattended, which is very unusual. She had her collar off, which was normal. And someone thought she was lost so they took her in for the night. When I came out and realized she was gone, I went into full panic mode. It was pretty late at night so I walked the streets with a flash light calling her name. No luck, so I laid a sleeping bag under the tree in the front yard, and slept there until the sun came up, hoping she would smell me and wander back home.
No such luck. The shelter opened at 11am, and though it was my intention to be there before they opened, I got lost while trying to find the building. I arrived at about a quarter after 11, to find my dad waiting in line to see if she had been dropped off. Sure enough, someone had dropped her off, right at a 11. If I would have been there early I could have saved myself the $55.00 they charged me for keeping her all of 24 minutes. She got a couple of shots out of it.
This time when I went back to identify her, she looked on top of the world. She had gone on her own adventure and she was high on it. I couldn’t be mad at her, it just stirred the part of me that didn’t know what I was going to do when she was actually gone for good.
See, even that event last month seems like a psychic precursor to what was going to follow on the night of Aug. 25, 2018. I was given all these tests over the years to prepare me for the inevitability of losing her. All I can do is be grateful that she was so gentle with these lessons and tests.
I can’t exactly remember when it was that Claddagh started joining me in the dream space, but what I do remember is that in my dreams I was always trying to get her back to me. The situations of dog-napping, and a dog run loose in reality were folding themselves into the bizarre tapestry of my well established dream world.
My dream world is conglomeration of places I have lived connected by a highway that leads to different lands. There is a city in the middle made up of places I have visited, all smushed together into one seamless landscape. One night in my dreams I became aware that Claddagh was now apart of my dream journey.
Here I will share some of the dreams that I have recorded over the years, in which Claddagh was important to the dream story-
April 5, 2017 “I dream about my dog. I wonder if she dreams about me?”
May 2, 2017 ” Last nights DREAM JOURNEY , where I was on some camping trip with friends. We left my dog to play with a kitten, and we started to climb the face of some rocks.
Intermittently there were these painted rocks. And as I climbed, I started to realize how high off the ground I was. There was no easy way to back down. So I kept climbing to the top, figuring there would be an easier place to descend. On top of the mountain there was an auditorium theatre, and throughout the building there were boarding rooms.
A few of us got together for a strange “cancer test” Where we had to hold some red liquid in our mouths. And the woman giving the results would come around to each person, and suck the liquid out of us with what looked to be a clear syringe with two compartments, but this syringe was larger than a caulking gun.
If you had no cancer, the syringe would suck all the fluid out… if you had cancer, it would only suck out half the fluid. One of the people in my party was told they have cancer. We go to find our rooms, and I can see my dog acting bizarre, through a glass door. She is acting riled up. Her hair standing up along her spine.
Some one says “They are here.” I want to know who. They looked like brothers from different mothers. One was ginger, and the other had jet black hair. They were dressed like punk rock Nazi’s. Someone tells me that they are demons, as old as time, and that I can read about them and see pictures of them in an old set of Biblical Children’s Encyclopedia.
I was told to look under “Deedle-lingen”? I go wandering around to look for a bathroom, and notice a wet walkway that leads to bathrooms and some guest rooms. It is gross down here.
I see the brothers walking toward me, only this time they are dressed in what appears to be ancient buffalo hide. I turn into a room, and it’s filthy. I see a toilet, and it is filled with cigarette butts. This is the brother’s room. I am appalled that whoever runs this joint, allows them to smoke inside the building.
I look out the window and watch a car drive straight into a deep puddle and sink into the rain gutter under the building, and notice the water turning red. The brothers are killing people, with their minds, for fun. I can’t find my group, but I am able to locate my dog. I woke up before we could get off the mountain.”
May 11, 2017 ” Last night’s dream I am back in this cruddy festival land for a weekend camp out. Again I have my dog and we troop around talking to people. Everyone is talking about God, but it seems like they are talking about some other god.
I get an uneasy feeling.
Someone secretly doses me with something, and I am trying to keep my wits about me. My vision and hearing change, I can see them (kind of like the movie They Live).
Some fella talks to me about God, and I tell him that he worships Lucifer, and he says “I know that, We all Know That.” I rebuke it in the name of Christ, which basically turns me into a big beacon of light, and I can no longer blend in, They All See me Now. I’ve got to get out of there, but now that they see me, they prevent me from leaving.
I call my step mom to pick me up, but she keeps getting distracted by the people and the scene. I pack in the back of my old red Camry hatchback ,Shastina (that I sold in 2006) with my dog; from the back seat I put the keys in the ignition and tell my step mom to drive.
We get out into a mountain highway, and cars are ganging up on us. We hear sirens, so she pulls over. The siren sounds are phantom, there are no police cars. Cars are pulling over surrounding us. I jump into the passenger seat, and yell at her to drive again, and she swiftly pulls back into traffic.
I am trying to read the 32 missed messages that suddenly pop onto my phone. I am trying to call my dad to let him know what is going on. Karen is suddenly falling asleep at the wheel, I pull over to get her coffee. I am still “tripping” and the people at the coffee stop see me and know she is with me, so they have some hand in her sleepiness. Everyone is staring and moving in on me, so I wake up.”
November 9, 2017 (the day Quantum DreamCat showed up.) “So this afternoon a wounded cat came into my yard, and she let me catch her… she’s been in my lap for most of the day, and I have been acclimating her to Claddagh, who is fine with kitteries.
I’m falling in love, but really trying to find her people. Right now the 3 of us are sharing some Nori (seaweed).
This kittery already knows about litter boxes, so that is awesome…. Claddagh is scared to get hissed at or batted in the face, but she really wants to show love to the kit.
Tonight is going to be interesting…
A couple of nights ago I had a dream that was really lucid, and in that dream I got a phone call from a man who sounded Black, (my spirit guide always shows up as a Black dude, if you want to know more about that, ask.)
Anyway, this guy on the phone asks me “Is it okay if I let your cat drink from the dogs water dish?” And I am aware that I don’t currently have a cat, so I misdirect and ask “Where are you calling from?” Trying to discern more info.
We talked around the topic, but the phone call ended with “Congratulations” Mylar balloons appearing in the reproduction of my dream world….
I have wanted to hold and love on a small kitty for over a year…. now I am fostering one… It’s kind of intense, because it is unexpected, and I am unprepared… But I am getting some really unexpected joy at the same time… This kittery has a perfect personality, or maybe she is just a good guest. I don’t care… I am loving every minute of it.”
These are just the public posts of dreams that I made in the last year. When I look at them in chronology I can tell I was being informed of a future that I didn’t see. All the signs were there, I was choosing not to see it.
When I take all of the information I see the non-linear reality that plays in the waking and sleeping worlds. This gives me some comfort that soul truly does live on, even when it is out of material form in this 3D construct.
I look forward to her returning to my dreams, perhaps accompanied by my brother, or my Dream Guide Rafiki. I bet my brother would have really enjoyed Claddagh’s company, I hope their re-introduction was beautiful for I am sure he had a hand in the synchronicity of perfect timing for our meeting.
My brother Kevin, was my first best friend, and I know that he would care for anyone that could steal my heart in such purity. If there is a heaven, they are there together building bonfires in the sky.
Getting a dog when I didn’t know where I was going to live next, is probably pretty high on that list.
It’s kind of strange to talk about living by Faith, but I do, and I have. The decision was more of a calling that I had to have faith in. It was diving headfirst into something that I really had no first-hand knowledge on. I was fiscally pretty poor. I was bad at making regular appointments for various check-ups on myself unless urgent. I had no savings.
And though they’ve said nothing about it, I am sure they have questioned why I do things the way I do.
I was excited to show my new love off, so I called home and told them that I would be up for the weekend and that wanted to let them know that I had met someone that I had fallen in love with and I wanted them to meet her. I told them I was sure they were going to “love her” and to make sure the bed was set for two. (My folks have never been cool with co-sleeping unmarried partners in my experience- so I knew I was testing waters.)
I’m pretty sure my parents thought I was a lesbian and that I was coming home to “come out.” They were in for a surprise.
I left Claddagh in the car, and I approached my parent’s front door and rang the bell. My stepmom opened the door, looked out and asked: “Where is your friend?”
I said, “in the car.”
My stepmom couldn’t see her, so I ran down the steps and opened the car door and Claddagh bounded out and rushed up to meet Karen. I chuckled at how shocked my folks looked. “You got a dog?” They inquire. “Yeah, I got a dog, I am 27 I think I am old enough to have a dog.”
My folks always had “outside” dogs, with the exception of Buffy.
Buffy was a mini schnauzer and couldn’t handle the wild Wyoming winters without a coat. Dogs over the years would be invited inside for a little bit of human love, but mostly they stayed outdoors.
If I were to guess, it would be because of the hair issue.
My stepmom was mentored by Martha Stewart and her house is proof of her tutelage. She thinks a “dirty house” is when you leave yesterdays mail on an otherwise spotless countertop. She is the reason I learned what a lint roller is.
I think they saw just how much she meant to me and they wanted to support that. Claddagh had a hard time getting along with their less socialized dogs and spent every moment with me when I was in the house.
On Claddagh’s first Christmas, my parents gave her, her own presents. Dog treats, and a toy. This was her first real toy. It was a stuffed squeaky moose. She had it up until about two years ago. She would decimate every other toy, but she prolonged the decimation of her first gift.
At first, she chewed off the tuft of hair on the head of the moose. Over the years she nibbled down its antlers. She put a few holes in its legs. She matted down it’s stuffing by gnawing on it, but she DID NOT harm the squeaker.
This moose was battered and bruised, but in exceptional condition for being nine years old. I finally threw it away after it was left in the yard all winter through the snow.
If you love dogs at all, Claddagh was sure to make you feel like she was all about you.
She was so playful and gentle.
She had been hurt in her earlier life and had no desire to hurt or be hurt, herself. She was passively protective.
Mostly, I think my parents saw her as the closest I would ever get to having a kid or getting married (which probably isn’t far off, but I guess anything is possible). Every year, without fail, Claddagh would continue to get her own Christmas presents. And every year she loved them, just never as much as that first silly moose. She took it over at least four states until it reached its ends.