I have a rather unique and cruel gift for knowing when someone is about to die. I've had this gift most of my life, but the cruel part is that I rarely know who it will strike.
The following story began three weeks ago.
For two solid weeks I hadn't been sleeping well. At first, it started as restlessness. I'd wake from a sound sleep, upset, but unable to remember why.
Every night it got worse. By the second week I started remembering the nightmares. I will not share the details with you because they are too gruesome to repeat. Suffice it to say, Stephen King's idea of horror pales in comparison to what my subconscious can conjure. This is normal for my brain, trying to tell me something is terribly wrong.
By week two, I was frantic, trying to figure out who was going to die on me. My guess was Tank. He is frail and deteriorating steadily. I braced myself for the inevitable. But despite his weakened condition, he is a happy boy who still enjoyed his meals and walks. If the omens were true, he should've shown some sign of worsening.
Night after night this went on, each nightmare more disturbing than the last. Someone was going to die, but I didn't know who. I even phoned my elderly mother and asked if she wanted to come down and visit me--afraid it might be her. (She's with me now, spry as ever.)
Sunday morning at 3am, I woke up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare, worse than all the others. Unable to return to sleep I got up and answered email, waiting for daylight. As soon as it was light out, I went to the garden and started weeding.
At 9am, I got a call from my best friend. Her dog, Princess was showing signs of distress. From what she described, I speculated that the little dog's body was shutting down.
I puppy-sat Princess many times and she had become part of our family. Tank and Princess were like an old married couple. They enjoyed each other's company immensely and I'd often find them sleeping next to one another.
Within hours of getting the call, Princess died in the arms of the people she loved most. For that I'm grateful. There is no greater gift than being with those you love.
I didn't realize this until a few days ago, but I have not had another nightmare since Princess passed away. Apparently, the omens were for her.
Rest in Peace, dear little Princess. You had the best life and were surrounded by people who loved you with all their hearts.
Have you ever had a premonition? How did you handle it?
UPDATE: I'll be off the rest of the week. Talk to you Monday!