Since you know that my baby puppy, Mysti……

Since you know that my baby puppy, Mysti Mariah, died last week, I want to let you know that she’s come back to me several times.

Right after she died, I was thinking of her and crying while seated on the toilet.  She used to come in when I was there and wasn’t reading to stand in front of me so that I could rub her ears.  I’m a pretty good ear rubber, acupressure and all.  Memories come back in a flood of tears from those good times before. 
Through my tears I saw my baby standing in front of me.  She looked like her regal self, ready to put her head into my hands so that I could start the ear rubbing, except for the cloudy white translucence, which inhabited the interior of her body instead of the beautiful silver/black she was.  When I saw her like that I was shocked at the unexpected surprise. 
That’s when she told me that I needed to quit crying, that it was upsetting to her.  She went on to tell me that she loves me, which I knew.  The problem is that I can’t hold her to me, smell her and love her like I did when she was physical.
The next day I was sitting in the backyard when I heard, “Mother, I will come back to you.”
No, I thought to her.  I can’t do it again. 
“I will come back to you,” she repeated.  “I will.”
I shook my head as I walked into the house to my computer and decided to draw up an animal card for her.  As I pulled the card I whispered, “This is for Mysti.”  When I clicked on the daily card I said again, “Now remember this is for Mysti.”
The card came up with a beautiful butterfly, wings spread, flying above the grass.  You may think that was nothing but in Native American lore, the butterfly is the sign for reincarnation.  Coincidence?  I don’t believe in them.
It’s been less than a week and if feels like forty years.
Da Juana