Life after death

I don’t know how much you believe in life after death, etc. but I want to tell you what happened to me last year. My 4 yr old dog Finn suddenly went in to kidney failure and I spent 11 days at home caring for him with daily trips to the vet. I learned how to flush an IV, kept trying to get him to eat, and just held him a lot. It was the toughest 11 days of my life watching him slowly fade away. I finally let him go on a Thursday morning and as he passed, all the dogs in the neighborhood started to howl. Eerie. I finally slept more than 30 minutes at a time that day and dreamt of Finn bringing a black dog to me and then running off into the woods. I woke up bawling for him to come back. After exactly ONE day of having an empty house I decided there was a dog out there that needed me as much as I needed them. I looked through the Humane Society’s page of adoptable dogs and out loud asked Finn to help me choose the dog who really needed me. When I got to a picture of this brown, sad looking pup, the wind started to blow HARD and all my hair stood on end. Then a cardinal landed outside my window (if you didn’t know, cardinals are often associated with the spirit of a deceased loved one). I asked again out loud if THIS brown dog needed me and the wind once again picked up and my hair stood on end. I went to the Humane Society that evening. They brought out the dog and he was BLACK just like the one in my dream. I adopted him the following morning and he has been the BEST and sweetest dog I could’ve asked for. The point of all this, is based on what happened to me and even as completely broken as I was after Finn passed, if I hadn’t listened to the weird “signs” I wouldn’t have a great dog who helped me so much through the grieving process. I truly believe that Finn helped me find Sammy. Keep an open heart about getting another dog. Don’t let ANYONE ELSE tell you it’s too soon, or not soon enough.