I had a stuffed animal pet when I was a child. It was pink with a black nose. I am 52 and 17 1/2 years ago I adopted my Morgan Taylor from the SPCA. She was 3 months old.
I walked down the aisle and looked at several beautiful dogs. I particularly noticed a dog with long legs and paws sticking out of the cage.
I knew immediately that I had to have this dog. I looked at the tag and her name was Morgan. She was promised to me by God.
I tried to adopt her, but the shelter had 7 other applicants. I went back every day on my lunch break from work to beg for her. They finally let me keep her. During the 17 years with Morgan I always told her the story of her adoption and she always smiled. Yes She smiled.
She has only been gone 3 days and I miss this joy of my life sooooo very much. I read the bible every day and I have prayed that I have some kind of a sign that my angel is in heaven.
Today I had my cell phone on the front seat of my car. A photo of Morgan is on my cell. I stopped to talk to a neighbor that has a beautiful shep. I continued on my journey home and looked at the seat of my car (the passenger side). I saw a small but very bright colorful rainbow on the seat from where I just removed my cell phone with Morgan's picture. I found such comfort in this.
Several hours later I checked the car again. The Sun had moved, but, I looked at the passenger seat and I saw a shadow of a dog, the ears standing up, a bright spot for the smile and the dog was laying down as I could determine from the shadow.
Morgan always loved to ride in the front seat. I can only believe it to be my best friend. PS - Just to prove that I'm not crazy, I had my Sisters witness both. Yes, I believe dogs go to heaven. I hope that this story (true story) will give you comfort. Please be well.
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