Well, I would never have imagined that I would be sitting down, writing the story of my baby girl that passed on June 7, 2012. She returned on October 30, 2012 in accordance with "divine timing". The story is one that is hard to believe for the non-believers, but is one that is very real for the believable. My friends, when I tell you that miracles exist, they do. No sooner was that evident than with the story of Cleo.
Before I progress any farther in the story, I want to take a moment and thank Brent Atwater for her global groups( Editor's note * After Cleo's return Sanja has become the team leader for the Portuguese and Spanish division). Her dedication to spreading awareness about pet reincarnation helped me to realize that my baby girl was with me. She also mentioned the purpose of Cleo's incarnation. So, pull up a cup of coffee, a beer, or whatever you feel and take a deep breath. The story of Cleo actually started in August 2011.
I was teaching at a college in the area and this adorable black dog caught my attention.
I was told that it was a terrier-lab mix and everyone encouraged me to adopt it. My HR managers were very supportive and allowed me to have one. Phil, the maintenance worker, upon seeing her, exclaimed, "'Name her Cleopatra!l" And boy was she a princess!
Soon after, I left the college in terms of being a full-time instructor. But, as I was leaving, a group of students gave me a book as a gift called "The Lost Dogs". It was about pitbull abuse and the Michael Vick story. I was flattered, but had procrastinated on reading it.
Fast-forward June 2012. I decided to attend a few conferences and posted an ad on Craig's List for a pet sitter. The person who responded said he was going to join the military. He seemed clean-cut and I promptly wrote up a multi-week contract and gave him my 3 dogs. I remember hugging Cleo as I took her to his car. Tommy and Johnny were brought out by him. All were on leashes. I continued my work online and then, later, felt odd as it was one of the only nights I had ever been without my babies.
Still, containing my anger, I walked down the stairs, called the police, and spent 4 hours filling out paperwork. That night the dog-sitter was arrested. The following day, 2 of my 3 dogs were located at shelter 3-5 miles from the sitter's house. Apparently, he had dumped them on the highway, most likely thinking they would have run to my apartment complex. Instead, they ran along the highway. All 3 miraculously were found by a police officer who gave them to a family to hold for the night.
I was crushed. I was in tears and one of the police officers had mentioned a microchipping event. I took Tommy and Johnny to the event and serendipitously met the family who kept my dogs for the night and the officer who found them in the first place. This was divinely-led of course! What a coincidence. I dropped to my knees and cried as did the officer and the woman who watched the dogs at the officer's request.
Later the next day, as I walked by a family with a dog, who I had never seen before in my subdivision, something interesting happened… The dog stopped what it was doing and came over to me, very carefully and slowly tilted its head as if to communicate something.
I searched online for animal reincarnation groups and started pouring myself into the afterlife of pets to see if this was a possibility. I studied soul contracts and more.
I came across Brent Atwater's Animal Reincarnation group on Facebook. Everyone was so supportive and the stories of the reincarnated pets were amazing. I ordered various books. Still, I knew that typically, while many were having their dogs coming back through breeders, I was uncertain as to how Cleo would return and how she would return. Brent had told me, after looking at Cleo, that she was a God dog. She was here to serve a larger purpose and Cleo definitely did.
And then the signs returned… I had actually gone to a psychic convention where a psychic did a reading and said that Cleo would return in "split form"- both masculine and feminine. That seemed confusing to me, but I trusted her. But, I went to Panera's, and then found myself, in September 2012 being nudged to pick up a newspaper. And I am thinking to myself, "Why?"
Around this time, I had also set up an appointment with a hypnotherapist and tried to make contact with Cleo's spirit. I also had found out the outcome of the criminal court case against the dog sitter. The spirit guide said that he would lose but that that was not important. I found out that Cleo had had a soul contract with the dog-sitter's girlfriend in a past-life and that she came incarnated in this lifetime to protect her, in part. The girlfriend had left the dog-sitter because of this event. He had taken the money I had given him, dumped the dogs, and told his girlfriend he was going away for a while. He was having an affair. But, I found out that the SPCA would be involved in Cleo's return and that she was coming back. The hypnotherapist was wonderful and I was also able to see 6 past-lives and the future.
Brent's book taught me to recognize Cleo's signs… I thought this dog, if it were Cleo, would recognize her name, the names of Tommy and Johnny, her toys, and such. And she responded, indeed, to her name over other ones! She turned her head when the names of Tommy and Johnny were called! But, still, the toy test needed to be performed… I had the psychic friend send video clips of Cleo performing all of these tasks. But, the toys and the food… Would she recognize them? I had to find out. I asked my psychic friend where she lived… She replied, "South Carolina." My jaw dropped. I had only known her from the online environment and did not know that she was living in that very state.
But this one was a Pit-lab mix. She looked similar but different.
Cleo came up to me and saw the bowl and immediately put her head in the bowl.
She saw her special nylon bone that I had saved, and grabbed it.
She also recognized her leash. She even ate her old dog food over the other dog food the two brought with! She seemed to have some level of recognition of all of these things. But, how would she behave with my two babies?
She had food aggression but she chewed furniture areas that she had chewed in her prior incarnation. Some habits were identical and some weren't. As Brent mentioned, somehow, your baby's habits will be improved. The reincarnated version of Cleo was quickly dubbed Zena Hope ("Hope" being given to her based on the fact that she returned and could inspire others. The group enthusiastically embraced Brent's suggestion, just as I had!)