I found god

Okay so this is my first post on blogspot, and I'd have to say this is pretty cool!

In my 8th grade year, I found god. No... I didn't only just find him, he came to me.

It all started when my dog, who was only 3 years old, had been diagnosed with an irregular blood sugar content disease. So it was basically Diabetes for dogs. The vets called it PLE. PLE in dogs is not like diabetes in humans, it is not as managable, and has short term consquences. PLE is a genetic disease that primarily affects Wheaton Terriers, which is the dog I had. So in other words, the breeder who sold us this dog very well knew what was in the future for the litter, but continued to sell all 5 dogs to families all around the country. Which means 5 others families had to prematurely say goodbye to their "mans best friend." Sinister.

So our little family had a choice, to have her put under experimental medications at the U of M to try and keep her alive, or to see how long she could live with the disease. The vets said that she would live about 2-3 more years without meds, and probably 5-6 more with the meds. We decided to do the experimental meds.

I'm an only child, so my dog was literally like my best friend. I came home after school, my dog was there. I came home after vacations, she was there too. She was there when I was down, she was simply always there. I had never had anything like that before, even if it was not a human. So when I found out about her PLE, I was shocked, but didn't see an immediate threat.

The experimental medications completely changed my dog. A once energetic, friendly, playful friend turned into a clumsy, blind, and tired foe. I still had hopes that one day it would all change, but that's just not how life goes.

One night in December I woke up at 1 in the morning, and was wide awake like something woke me up intentionally. I saw a flash of a light infront of me, and didn't know what to think because it was pitch black in my room and everyone else was asleep. Scared shitless, I tried to fall back asleep, but it just wasn't happening. I eventually fell back asleep like and tried to forget about the instance.

The next night the same thing had happened at exactly 1 in the morning. Wide awake. Flashing light. Then disappeared. That night was the night that I got a really strange preminition that something bad was going to happen to me. Like something was going to be taken away and I had absolutely no control over it. It consumed my mind for the days to come. I didn't know whether something was going to happen to my parents, my close family, my friends, my dog, or myself. But I just knew..

My family was going on vacation to Siesta Key, Florida on Christmas Day, which was the next day. On Christmas Eve night, my dog Bailey was staring at me from a distance. CALL ME CRAZY.. but I saw the SAME light I had seen at 1 in the morning right above her head. Her eyes gazing at me peacefully. That was it..

Someone.... no something rang the doorbell on Christmas Eve, before I could answer the door my dog was having a heart attack from freaking out that someone was at the door. She was spazzing out, seizing, and salivating. My dad rushed to the door to find no one there.

As creepy as that sounds.. we went to go lay with my dog as she sat on the floor infront us. She died in all three of our arms on that Christmas Eve night.

We went on vacation the next day, and I thought it would all go away when I went away. We arrived at our place in Florida on Christmas Day, and had a great dinner on the beach.

The next morning, we woke up and sat on our deck overlooking the nice, warm, ocean. This was the first time we had discussed our dog passing away between the three of us. As soon as we said the name Bailey, literally as soon as.. a dove came onto our deck, sat on the table between all three of us, and didn't move. Normal birds would be frightened by movement, and humans, but not this bird. We fed this bird, we talked to this bird, and this bird even climbed onto my dads index finger. My dad started catching on, and started saying "Bailey, hey Bay, how are you!?" The bird jerked it's head, and looked my dad right in the eye. I did the same, and the bird walked over to my side of the table and looked me right in the eye. I believe that this bird was Bailey's spirit.

I believe that I found god at 1 in the morning. I believe that it was an angel who rung the doorbell, and took Bailey away. I believe it was Bailey's spirit that came back and communicated to us on that peaceful morning in Florida, that she was alright.

I might have lost my best friend, but I found god.