Bu.p/DIXIE CAME HOME/Is anyone in this forum able to 'talk' to missing pets?
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Dixie slid outside earlier this week & I want her to come home.
This is Dixie from last year, I woke her up to go to the bathroom, she was not happy

niyad
(122,956 posts)Is there supposec to be a picture there? not showing up for me.
It is windy, rainy & sorta cold here today.
I'd be unhappy too.
niyad
(122,956 posts)Her sister & I miss her
niyad
(122,956 posts)niyad
(122,956 posts)cksmithy
(300 posts)our cat, Cleo was missing for close to a week. This was over 30 years ago, all we could do, in our neighborhood, was call her name out and knock on doors to see if anybody had seen her in the past few days. Everyday, I went on a neighborhood walk, 2 to 4 blocks in all directions. At home, I always called her name in my head, heart, and out loud, but was always calling her name. One day, when, I called her name out loud, she responded. She was always home, stuck in an old evaporate cooler stored on the side of our house, (until the yearly clean up, which would have hauled it away.)
Anyway, it took several days of myself and my family looking and calling for her to return. She was always there. We just hadn't looked in the right spot.
I hope you find her.
Though, I am not part of any group, I once told my older sister who was searching for a religion/spirituality that felt good for her as she was dying, that I was a born again pagan. The Catholic priest who she talked to, got a good chuckle, but didn't really help her. (My family was raised in a very Mormon cultish sort of way.) I left their church first. Sorry if this is too much information. My sister died in 2006, on Ground Hog's Day, I always light a candle for her.
irisblue
(34,862 posts)
nice
irisblue
(34,862 posts)LetMyPeopleVote
(160,807 posts)Clouds Passing
(4,238 posts)
Put the litterbox outside and a cozy nook nearby. I had a dog named dixie when I was little.
irisblue
(34,862 posts)Some critter is eating the half can of morning cat food.
And thank you
Clouds Passing
(4,238 posts)slightlv
(5,236 posts)I didn't think he'd gone outside, but there was the possibility because we were in the process of moving into this "new" house. But that night when I went to bed, he wasn't there with me. Totally not right. Like you, I would say his name in my head, my heart, and out loud. All for naught.
Finally, I went to bed and got very quiet inside, myself. I called his name once and asked him to tell me where he was. Then I went into a contemplative state (total state of meditation can't be done by me), but I quieted all my fears, my anxieties, the running stream of thoughts and unspoken words in my head. Within the next 30 minutes, I knew exactly where he was. He called me as loudly as if he'd been sitting next to me on the bed!
I went down to where we'd installed the new kitchen sink and cabinet earlier that day. I called his name and he weakly called back to me. I tried moving stuff, but it became evident that hubby and the friend who'd helped had boarded him up in the wall behind the sink! Hubby and I tried moving and taking apart the cabinet, but we couldn't do it. Kuma, meanwhile, continued to meou weakly at us.
I finally got in the car and drove the few blocks to our friend's house. It was after 3am by the time. When he and his wife came to the door, they could tell I was frantic, as I was literally crying "you guys boarded Kuma up in the wall!" After getting bopped about the head by his wife, my friend said let me get pants on and I'll follow you home.
He and hubby got the sink disassembled and I reached into the hole in the wall, gingerly lifting Kuma out from it and into my arms close to my heart... cooing and giving him love at the same time.
Thing is, I'd been calling for him all evening and never heard him answer back. As we were trying to free him, you could barely hear him, his voice was so small. But in my bed in contemplate mode, his call back to me was as loud as if he was sitting next to me. It just took me to find a way to quiet my worries and anxieties enough to hear a call "from the other side of the wall."
To this day, my friend and I laugh about that evening. It was totally scary for me... but the sight of this frazzled, frantic woman at the door hollering you trapped my cat in the wall! had to be one for the ages! And a night he'll never forget! (LOL)
I'll put out the call to your baby... hopefully all this energy coming from all of us will break through his contrariness and he gets himself back home. (Sometimes I think they do stuff like this just so we DO worry about them!)