Detail from Planty Goes to Heaven/ Elaine Clayton copyright 2013
My beloved companion, Plantagenet, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel died a few months ago and I was so sad, feeling his devotion, love and innocence to the very end. I truly felt the deepest grief. I was helped by my sisters and friends and tried to meditate about it. In one meditation, I saw in the quickest flash, a perfect scene of a bright and loving man, a sort of Saint Francis (only he looked so golden, he may have been like a Nordic St. Francis!) beaming with joy to receive Planty, and all around him in a green wood were animals of every kind. I was stricken by the absolute calm and beauty of that flash of imagery. I so wanted to believe it to be true. I have learned over the years to trust quick visual messages like that –often that is how spiritual information arrives. Later, I did a meditation by sitting with the sunlight on my back. I saw Planty in the realm I created, a place I go to whenever I meditate. He was gloriously happy at the beach (his favorite place to go) running and playing with other dogs. I saw him looking so healthy and young, and all the colors so vibrant and pure. Gradually, I noticed a beach hut that other dogs were trotting into. I went in to get a closer look, and saw that it was a cute little shack with attractive boxes of all kinds of dog treats, ready for the taking. Like a dog candy shop and all the goodies were free. I was amused by that. Then Planty made his way up the hill where there were wonderful houses, and a castle. I followed. In the castle, there were lots of other Cavalier’s and wonderful rooms full of rich, dark wood and cozy beds or chairs to lay on, rugs and candles lit on tables. There was even a virtuous looking princess, a lady who all the Cavaliers loved, living at the castle. Planty conveyed to me that this was his new home in heaven. I came out of the meditation and immediately discounted it as just my way of trying to deal with the pain of losing him. Besides, why would dogs live in houses in heaven?
A few moments later I went on line to read about Near Death Experiences. I never tire of reading those. I found one I had not read before and the woman telling of her stroke and NDE, leaving her body while doctors tried to save her, she described how she was met by none other than her beloved DOG. I was stunned. The synchronicity hit me hard! There’s more. As I read on, she described how her dog showed her where she lived in the spirit realm, and it was a beautiful house with a view of the hills and dales, a fire in the fireplace and cozy rugs to lay on! I could not believe what I was reading. I realized that of course dogs would live in houses in heaven, they’re domesticated and our home is their home. They have their favorite places in the house just as we might.
I painted this painting when I was deep in grief and still haven’t finished it.