I heard another wonderful after-death godshot
recently. Three cool new ones, in fact.
Kate, a woman at a 12-step meeting, was
describing the day her dog Rufus died. Rufus had been suffering and she was not
sure whether to put the dog to sleep or not. She finally agreed with the vet
that this was the best course of action. But after she and her husband put
Rufus to sleep, Kate was full of fear and doubt. She couldn't stop crying. She
asked the universe (and God) for a sign or calming thought that she had done
the right thing.
She went to work at the mall that evening. An
hour after she got to work, her husband called her. He sounded bewildered and
frantic. He asked her, "What is this dog doing on our couch? Did you go
out and get a new dog?"
She said, "What dog on our couch? What are
you talking about?"
The husband looked at the dog tags and the saw
the name of the dog: "Rufus." The same name as their dog they had
just put to sleep. He called the number on the dog tag and found that the owner
was wondering where her dog was. It turns out that the pet sitting place
dropped the dog off at the wrong home. Apparently the housekeeper who had been
working at their house that day, let the dog inside.
Kate hadn't used that pet sitting place for
three years. It had been three years since she had been there. And on this
night, a dog named Rufus ended up on her couch.
The pet sitting place had obviously mixed up the
addresses they had on file for two dogs named "Rufus." The person
dropping off the dog, took it to the wrong house.
Kate and her husband immediately knew this was a
godshot: a glimpse of uncanny, beautiful synchronicity. It was Rufus saying hi from
the other side, letting them know he was okay. They laughed out loud and felt
that everything was going to be all right.
