Gail Graham - Will YOUR Dog Reincarnate?: Includes an 8-week program you can use to help your dog reincarnate

WILL YOUR DOG
REINCARNATE?

GAIL GRAHAM PHD

Copyright 2014 Gail Graham PhD
All rights reserved.

ISBN : 1497532876
ISBN 13: 9781497532878

To Jeannie, who was always there for me

INTRODUCTION

H ave you lost a beloved pet? Wouldnt it be wonderful if your dog or cat, or other companion animal could somehow come back to you? Wouldnt you give just about anything to hold him (or her) in your arms again?

It can happen. It is happening. Every day, people like you are being reunited with a cherished dog or cat.

I know, because Im one of them. My beloved Bao came back to me. Hes sitting at my feet as I write this. You dont have to be a mystic or a psychic for this to happen to you. (Im a retired Professor of Management) You dont even have to believe in reincarnation. But you do need an open mind.

When human beings reincarnate, they are reborn as infants and therefore cannot resume the relationships they enjoyed in previous lives. But dogs are different. Because their life span is so much shorter than ours, our dogs can and do return to us.

Of course, not all dogs return to their owners. When they do, it is because a special bond exists between that dog and that person, a karmic bond that transcends death. Do you and your dog share this kind of special bond? Probably you do. You are reading this book because you are meant to read it.

Some dogs find their way back on their own. But usually, its a joint effort. The first and perhaps most challenging step is realizing that you are a vital part of the equation. You are more powerful than you think. Everything you think and do and say makes a difference.

So what should you be thinking and doing and saying if you want your dog to reincarnate? Basically, all you need to do is reach out to him and let him know that you love him, miss him and want him to come home. Love isnt complicated and neither is reincarnation.

There are many things you can do to help your dog find his way back to you. None of these things are difficult. On the other hand, it isnt merely a question of following a map, or a set of instructions. Every dog is different. Every owner is different. Every relationship is different.

You must trust yourself, especially your instincts. We live in a world of facts and data, and we expect things to make sense. But sometimes, they dont. Knowing and believing are two very different things. Youre accustomed to trusting what you know. Now you must learn to trust what you believe. Accepting what you dont understand creates a universe of limitless potential, where anything can happen.

Does it all sound a little bit crazy? In a sense, it is. It involves losing your mind your rational, critical, reasoning, analytical left brain. It involves believing, rather than knowing. Your mind is important, but you are not your mind. You are something else, something bigger.

Albert Einstein said: There are two ways to live your life as if nothing is a miracle, and as if everything is a miracle.

Lets make a miracle.

CHAPTER 1

M y family was gone and Bao was all I had left. We were inseparable, and wed been through so much together. Friends worried. If anything happened to Bao, how would I handle it? Bao was my whole life.

He was eleven when he got sick. He wouldnt eat, and over several weeks, he lost nearly a quarter of his body weight. He became so weak he could hardly stand up long enough to pee. His tests results were inconclusive and nobody could figure out what was wrong, but our wonderful veterinarian Dr. Mike Soltero somehow pulled him through.

Just when we thought he was out of the woods, he experienced a pericardial effusion, a buildup of fluid in the sac that holds the heart. The fluid was drained, and sent away for testing. The results were negative for cancer. It can happen once and never happen again, Dr. Mike told me. But six weeks later, it did happen again. And again, four weeks after that. Something was very wrong. More tests were ordered and this time, the fluids tested 90% positive for a rare and very aggressive type of cancer that didnt show up on scans or ultrasounds.

Meanwhile, the pericardial effusions had become weekly occurrences. Something had to be done. The most common treatment and the most effective, when the underlying cause isnt cancer is a surgical procedure to cut a window in the pericardium which allows the accumulated fluids to drain into the pleural cavity, where they are more easily reabsorbed.

Mercifully, Bao wasnt in any pain. Except for the fact that he tired quickly, you wouldnt know anything was wrong with him. He was his usual, happy little self, living his happy little life. I put off the surgery for a few weeks, hoping the pericardial effusions might go away as quickly as theyd appeared. But they didnt.

On the advice of both Dr. Mike and Baos cardiologist Dr. Chris Paige we drove to the Colorado State University Veterinary Hospital in Fort Collins for the procedure. Bao was delighted. He loved car trips. He loved motels. He loved traveling. The night before his surgery, I gave him a special dinner, with bones. Right up to the moment they sedated him, he was enjoying his life.

The surgery went on for hours. It was much worse than anyone had thought. Lesions on Baos pericardium had caused it to adhere to his heart. And there were nodules everywhere, even on his diaphragm. I could tell they didnt think hed make it through the surgery, but he did. I stayed until hed awakened from the anesthesia and was wobbling around his little cage. Id brought one of his soft toys along, and he curled up on top of it and drowsed off. The next 24 hours were critical, I was told. Go back to your motel and get some rest. Well call you if anything goes wrong.

The telephone rang at midnight. It was Dr. Lana, who was overseeing Baos care. Bao was in cardiac arrest. They were working on him, trying to bring him back. It isnt good, said Dr. Lana. Youd better come. I drove frantically through the dark, unfamiliar streets. I even ran a red light the first time in my life Ive ever done that. I was in the hospital parking lot when my cell phone rang. It was Dr. Lana. Im sorry, she said. Hes gone.

I was too late. I couldnt even say goodbye. Dr. Lana led me through darkened rooms and silently swinging doors to the hospital section. It had all happened so quickly. I was stunned, numb with shock.

Is there anyone you can call? Dr. Lana asked.

It was just past midnight. I called my friend Jeannie, in Scottsdale. I knew shed be there for me, despite it being the middle of the night. And she was. She picked up before the second ring. It was almost as if she knew.

Hes gone.

No, says Jeannie. No, no, no. He cant be dead. He wasnt meant to die. This isnt what was supposed to happen.

They let me hold Bao for nearly an hour. He was still warm. He might have been asleep. The doctors were crying, and I was crying, too. Dr. Lana kept saying, This is the last thing that anyone expected. They let me cut off a lock of his hair, and we made a plaster impression of his dear little paw. And then I went back to the motel, without him.

I wrote in my journal:

Bao is gone. The doctors said this was the last thing anybody had expected thats why they didnt have me come in earlier. He was coping and then suddenly his heart stopped, without warning he was hooked up to monitors, there was no arrhythmia, his heart just stopped. And they couldnt bring him back, no matter how hard they tried. Oh, Bao I love you so much, we shared so much, we had so many good times If Id got there in time, could I have called you back?