Many years
ago when my sister and I were very young (about 6 and 9, she being the
elder) we had a tragic occurrence...
[I tell of how the puppy
came to our house mostly from my sister's account]
My sister babysat a puppy
(it was about 8 weeks old) for a friend one weekend. I remember his name
was "Cocoa" and
like all puppies he was very cute and lively! Anyway, I don't know the
time of day in which the tragedy occurred, I was simply too young to be
aware of such things. To make a long story short (and not entering into
how the pup was injured as it is to this day a sore spot for my sister
and I, who, by the way, were NOT the source of his fatal injury) --- the
puppy had met with a wall in a rather abrupt manner which in effect cracked
his skull. At the time, adults in our life, who'd had too much to drink,
were responsible for the injury and I remember the puppy howling in pain
and whirling around in a circle in one area of the floor, reeling in agony.
My sister recalls that the pup then went to her seeking refuge up the sleeve
of her housecoat, to no avail.
After a few minutes the adults
realized that the pup wasn't OK, his skull was fractured and he wouldn't
recover from the trauma (it was an awful, careless accident that was caused
by too much alcohol consumption). They decided to finish the job to put
him out of his misery. Well, it wasn't enough to have wounded him ... they
killed him by breaking his neck and this sent my sister and I into fits
of grief! Remember, my sister was the puppy's babysitter, she was responsible
for his welfare. How would she explain this to her friend??? We must have
cried for hours! We were so distraught, my sister was also enraged. What
would happen to Cocoa now?
We refused to go to bed until
we were sure he was all right. I remember the adults put him in the garbage
and we just freaked! He would get cold! It was hard in there! We insisted
on making him a bed with sheet and pillow so he would be comfortable and
warm in there (garbage can). We fixed his bed and laid him in it making
sure to place his limp head on the pillow and laying his body on the sheet
and then covering him and tucking him in, with pats and lots of tears.
We then said a prayer and asked GOD to take care of Cocoa. We were careful
not to put the lid on too tight because we wanted to make sure he could
breath (or something?). We wanted to keep vigil over him but I soon cried
myself to sleep, while my sister spent the night sitting at the end of
the bed, angry and grieved. Remember, we are only 6 and 9.
[The account of the next
happening is mostly mine but my sister pretty much remembers the same thing
and therefore we cannot deny the existence of GOD
or angels
to this day as GOD has given us both the ability to remember them.]
I remember waking up (my
sister says it was dawn as she'd been up all night). I know I woke up because
the underpart of my eyes felt crusty from having cried myself to sleep.
There was a window near our bed that we could look out of and for some
reason my sister and I both looked out the window. What we saw next has
been forever sealed in our memories!
We saw two angels
rising up high in the sky, one slightly above the other. And guess what
... they had Cocoa! They had him on a leash of all the odd things to see.
In regards to the angels themselves, I remember that they were larger
than a man but with manly features. They had huge wings that arched up
and over their shoulders spanning all the way down to their feet. They
weren't using their wings. Looking at them from the front their wings didn't
protrude out past their shoulders and were really only visible above the
shoulders and again down past their arms towards their feet. They were
very masculine, muscular, but had an air of gentleness and compassion about
them. I remember their white robes with golden sashes around their wastes.
They were floating up into the heavens, with Cocoa in tow. They were beautiful!
How could I remember such
detail at so great a distance? I don't remember actually meeting them so
how could I know with such clarity what they looked like? I think they
came to us first, before the grand finale in which they took Cocoa to heaven,
to GOD!
What do I think of the whole
thing now? I believe that we saw angels, they are as real as you
or I, maybe more so! I believe they came to save us from the emotional
damage this event would surely have caused had they not have been sent
to intervene. Does GOD send his angels to 'pick up' dead animals?
We know what we saw as children, HE certainly eased our worries! Glory
and Praise be to GOD!!! My sister and I thank HIM for letting us see HIS
magnificent works, the angels!
I tell this story as a testament
to GOD and his creations, us included! If we all have the ability to see
things spiritual since childhood, most forgetting that ability as they
get older, it is quite possible that you have a story to tell too! Feel
free to send me your inspirational story, I'd love to hear from you.
GOD bless!
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