A strange thing happened when we went to the cemetery. My loved one wasn’t even buried there, but I found comfort.
I don’t go to cemeteries to visit any lost loved ones, so I was surprised at the comfort that poured over me.I should explain, this wasn’t your average, every day cemetery. It was a pet cemetery.
You see, we went there to pick up the remains of our beloved Max (it chokes me up typing out those words). It had been a week since we said goodbye, and we had been having trouble getting to the cemetery. It was 40 miles away, and the first weekend after his passing was forecast to be raining ice. We couldn’t get there. The following weekend was forecast to be snowy, so time off of work was necessary to get there in between wintery weather weekends, on a Thursday.
After a series of mishaps where we almost didn’t make it that Thursday, we had a frigid but sunny day for our drive to pick up Max. At first, I thought it was a people cemetery because there were headstones for as far as the eye could see. Come to find out, the pet cemetery has been there since 1929.As soon as we pulled into the drive, a sense of calm poured over me. The lengths people went to bury those beautiful beings in such a lovely place, made me know they were deeply, deeply loved. Not only that, but I no longer felt alone. Millions have experienced this type of grief over the years. I felt among kindred spirits.A memorial for the war dogs of WWII was dedicated there (photo above). I later learned that the person who dedicated the memorial was my dad’s old boss (Dad is retired and his boss is no longer with us).One curious thing I’d like to mention. You may not be into things of the supernatural, so you can skip this paragraph if you’d like. After snapping the photo above and viewing it in my computer, I noticed something that looked like a reflection in the distance (bottom right of a tree). Upon further examination, when I zoomed in, I noticed a large glowing ball and a smaller one behind it. The larger one does not appear to have anything to reflect off of, because it’s in the shade under a tree where the sun isn’t shining. 🤷♀️
All I’m saying is, I don’t know what it is. Instead of a UFO, it’s a UGB . . . an Unidentified Glowing Ball.
Our wonderful pets can’t speak a word, do chores, or nurse us when we’re sick, yet they leave a powerful positive impact on our lives. Love and devotion needs no words. It’s shown through their lives here on earth. They really are gifts to humanity.