September 26, 2025 • 7 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:12):
My beloved little Pomeranian passed away when she was twelve
years old, after a hard year of battling cancer. I
had taken her to see the VET several times in
that last month due to her worsening condition, but the
VET could do nothing but give her medication for the pain.
(00:33):
It hurt to see her suffering like she was, and
so I had eventually broken down and scheduled her to
be euthanized. Two days before her appointment, she passed away
in her sleep. I was told by the VET that
it had been a very peaceful way to go. Part
(00:54):
of me was glad she had passed at home, where
she was the most comfortable. I brought Sammy to the
Vette shortly after to get her cremated. The VET took
imprints of her pause and placed them on top of
the box I placed her ashes in. For the first
few weeks, I was pretty depressed. Nothing was the same
(01:18):
without her. I know it might sound silly, but I
ended up placing her urn box on my nightstand so
that she could still sleep next to me even after
she had passed on. At night, I would talk to
her and tell her about my day and how much
I missed her. In my life. I'd recount if I
(01:41):
had seen any squirrels running a muk in the complex,
or if Missus Deets's spannel was causing a racket. Again,
those were her favorite things that used to excite her.
Missus Diets and her spaniel lived in the apartment next
to mine. He would whine the whole day if she
was out running errands, and it would drive Sammy nuts.
(02:05):
When I took Sammy outside to do her business, if
she saw a squirrel, she would get this serious look
on her face and stand up on her hind legs,
sniffing the air as she watched the furry creature scamper
across the grass. She was absolutely enthralled by squirrels. She
never barked at them or chased them, merely observed them
(02:30):
on her hind legs. I would take Sammy everywhere with me,
even when I went on holiday. Her favorite trip that
I ever took her on was when we went to Hawaii.
So when my mom and I planned a trip to
Hawaii a few months later, I brought her ashes with me.
(02:52):
After spreading her ashes, I returned home and that's when
a few unusual things happened. Around this time, the seasons
had begun to change and it had started to snow.
We got about four inches during that first snowfall. I
(03:12):
lived in an apartment complex that was only two floors high.
I lived upstairs on the right, with Missus Deeds living
on the left of the stairs. The morning after it
had snowed, I remember looking out my kitchen window at
the playground, admiring the large snowflakes as they cascaded down
(03:32):
to the lawn below. I was not one who normally
loved cold weather, but the first snowfall was beautiful. As
I was leaving for work, I approached the stairway after
locking my door and happened to look down. That's when
I noticed the paw prints in the freshly fallen snow.
(03:56):
I spun around, trying to follow where the prince led.
They went right up to my door and then stopped.
I was stumped. There were no retreating paw prints, or
turning down the stairs or going anywhere else. There was
only a single set of prints that led to my
(04:16):
door and then just stopped, as though whoever had made
them had simply vanished. At first, I wondered if the
prince might have been from Missus Deetsa's spaniel, but that
was impossible. Her spaniel was three times the size of Sammy,
(04:37):
and there was no reason her prince would have simply
stopped at my door. And after having her paw prince
put on her urn box and looking at them every
night before bed, there was only one answer. Those were
Sammy's prints. They were unmistakable, as impossible as it sounded,
(05:00):
but I knew they belonged to my Sammy. I thought
about that incident for the next few weeks, and mentioned
it to anyone who would listen. I was mesmerized by
the whole ordeal. I never once thought I had imagined
it or was going mad. Those prince had been clear
(05:21):
as day, and there was no other explanation. It made
me wonder if that meant my Sammy was still here
with me even after death. I got my answer not
long afterwards. When she was alive. Sammy had this one
habit with her food bowl that used to drive me nuts.
(05:45):
She used to nudge her bowl all around the kitchen,
almost as though she was playing with it instead of
her toys. I was constantly moving the bowl back and
tripping over it when she moved it again. After she'd past.
I didn't have the heart to peck away her things
just yet. I left her toys out, and her foot
(06:07):
bowl was exactly where it had been the day she died,
on the floor, to the left of the refrigerator. One
evening after work, I was making myself dinner. I was
certain the food bowl was in its normal spot as
I saw it when I went to get something from
the fridge. Later that evening, when I returned to the
(06:30):
kitchen to wash my dishes, her food bowl had moved.
It was now next to the garbage can on the
other side of the room. I knew it had moved.
I was certain it hadn't been there before, and there
was nothing in the kitchen that could have moved it
all the way to the other side of the room.
(06:51):
Sammy had done it. This still happens to this day.
Some days it doesn't move at all, and on others
it only moves a little, as though something nudged it away.
Then there are some days where I can tell she's
really trying to get my attention, and she'll move it
(07:13):
really far away from its usual spot. I always pick
up the bowl and move it back to the place
by the fridge. That way I still know that she's
still with me. I've never seen any more paw prints
in the snow like I had that first winter, so
that's a memory I will cherish forever. It was her
(07:37):
spirit coming home. Some people say that animals can't have souls,
but in my experience, I am certain they do.
My beloved little Pomeranian passed away when she was twelve
years old, after a hard year of battling cancer. I
had taken her to see the VET several times in
that last month due to her worsening condition, but the
VET could do nothing but give her medication for the pain.
(00:33):
It hurt to see her suffering like she was, and
so I had eventually broken down and scheduled her to
be euthanized. Two days before her appointment, she passed away
in her sleep. I was told by the VET that
it had been a very peaceful way to go. Part
(00:54):
of me was glad she had passed at home, where
she was the most comfortable. I brought Sammy to the
Vette shortly after to get her cremated. The VET took
imprints of her pause and placed them on top of
the box I placed her ashes in. For the first
few weeks, I was pretty depressed. Nothing was the same
(01:18):
without her. I know it might sound silly, but I
ended up placing her urn box on my nightstand so
that she could still sleep next to me even after
she had passed on. At night, I would talk to
her and tell her about my day and how much
I missed her. In my life. I'd recount if I
(01:41):
had seen any squirrels running a muk in the complex,
or if Missus Deets's spannel was causing a racket. Again,
those were her favorite things that used to excite her.
Missus Diets and her spaniel lived in the apartment next
to mine. He would whine the whole day if she
was out running errands, and it would drive Sammy nuts.
(02:05):
When I took Sammy outside to do her business, if
she saw a squirrel, she would get this serious look
on her face and stand up on her hind legs,
sniffing the air as she watched the furry creature scamper
across the grass. She was absolutely enthralled by squirrels. She
never barked at them or chased them, merely observed them
(02:30):
on her hind legs. I would take Sammy everywhere with me,
even when I went on holiday. Her favorite trip that
I ever took her on was when we went to Hawaii.
So when my mom and I planned a trip to
Hawaii a few months later, I brought her ashes with me.
(02:52):
After spreading her ashes, I returned home and that's when
a few unusual things happened. Around this time, the seasons
had begun to change and it had started to snow.
We got about four inches during that first snowfall. I
(03:12):
lived in an apartment complex that was only two floors high.
I lived upstairs on the right, with Missus Deeds living
on the left of the stairs. The morning after it
had snowed, I remember looking out my kitchen window at
the playground, admiring the large snowflakes as they cascaded down
(03:32):
to the lawn below. I was not one who normally
loved cold weather, but the first snowfall was beautiful. As
I was leaving for work, I approached the stairway after
locking my door and happened to look down. That's when
I noticed the paw prints in the freshly fallen snow.
(03:56):
I spun around, trying to follow where the prince led.
They went right up to my door and then stopped.
I was stumped. There were no retreating paw prints, or
turning down the stairs or going anywhere else. There was
only a single set of prints that led to my
(04:16):
door and then just stopped, as though whoever had made
them had simply vanished. At first, I wondered if the
prince might have been from Missus Deetsa's spaniel, but that
was impossible. Her spaniel was three times the size of Sammy,
(04:37):
and there was no reason her prince would have simply
stopped at my door. And after having her paw prince
put on her urn box and looking at them every
night before bed, there was only one answer. Those were
Sammy's prints. They were unmistakable, as impossible as it sounded,
(05:00):
but I knew they belonged to my Sammy. I thought
about that incident for the next few weeks, and mentioned
it to anyone who would listen. I was mesmerized by
the whole ordeal. I never once thought I had imagined
it or was going mad. Those prince had been clear
(05:21):
as day, and there was no other explanation. It made
me wonder if that meant my Sammy was still here
with me even after death. I got my answer not
long afterwards. When she was alive. Sammy had this one
habit with her food bowl that used to drive me nuts.
(05:45):
She used to nudge her bowl all around the kitchen,
almost as though she was playing with it instead of
her toys. I was constantly moving the bowl back and
tripping over it when she moved it again. After she'd past.
I didn't have the heart to peck away her things
just yet. I left her toys out, and her foot
(06:07):
bowl was exactly where it had been the day she died,
on the floor, to the left of the refrigerator. One
evening after work, I was making myself dinner. I was
certain the food bowl was in its normal spot as
I saw it when I went to get something from
the fridge. Later that evening, when I returned to the
(06:30):
kitchen to wash my dishes, her food bowl had moved.
It was now next to the garbage can on the
other side of the room. I knew it had moved.
I was certain it hadn't been there before, and there
was nothing in the kitchen that could have moved it
all the way to the other side of the room.
(06:51):
Sammy had done it. This still happens to this day.
Some days it doesn't move at all, and on others
it only moves a little, as though something nudged it away.
Then there are some days where I can tell she's
really trying to get my attention, and she'll move it
(07:13):
really far away from its usual spot. I always pick
up the bowl and move it back to the place
by the fridge. That way I still know that she's
still with me. I've never seen any more paw prints
in the snow like I had that first winter, so
that's a memory I will cherish forever. It was her
(07:37):
spirit coming home. Some people say that animals can't have souls,
but in my experience, I am certain they do.
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