Megan took my first animal communication class. She’s a farrier, with a few lovely horses, and a gorgeous dog named Jasper.
About a year ago, she called me with the news that Jasper had osteosarcoma. This terrible cancer kills dogs dead in the space of a few months. It’s horrible. It’s painful.
Was Jasper ready to go?
No. No he wasn’t.
Jasper, with the help of Megan and many health care providers (eastern, western, energetic), lived another 14 months. We regularly checked in to make sure he wanted to be here. Jasper got to direct his care a lot. We knew the day would come when it would be his time, but it wasn’t quite his time yet, and then the day came when it was.
Going to the Wild
Jasper had told us, earlier, that he was going to go “to the wild”. We had no idea what that meant. We wanted to make sure that didn’t mean that he wanted to die alone in the woods behind their house, or otherwise have a difficult painful end. He assured us that he was talking about his next life.
I worked with Megan and Jasper as they prepared for his passing, and said their goodbyes. Jasper said, “I love you, and when you need me, you’ll find me.”
(I’m not used to hearing things like that. These two are so close. They’ve been together forever.)
Jaspar died this past weekend.
Today, I checked in. He said, “I’m going to the wild.” He showed me himself as a coyote or a wolf (he kept switching back and forth), and he showed me how he was going to try to keep similar spots so that Megan could recognize him, were they to cross to paths.
I got worried about him being a wild animal.
I said, “Jasper, stay safe.”
He said, “The point is not staying safe. The point is something else, entirely.”
I’m thinking about that today. The point is not staying safe. The point is something else entirely.
Enjoy the Wild! Jasper!