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My...'tragedy' sense is tingling?


So one of my dogs died last night, the older one, Molly.

Thing is, I think I know around the time it happened.

It was late at night, around 2:30ish when I started to feel that right about now, it was going to happen. It was just kind of a weird feeling, and all of the memories of Molly began flooding through my mind, one by one. My brother told me to think about saying my goodbyes because she wasn't looking too good lately, but at this point and time during the night, I knew that it was already too late.


A few weeks ago, one of the regulars who comes into the cafe, Jolene, showed me pictures of their latest renovations on the house. In one of the pictures was an adorable little Pit Bull, and I gushed on how cute I thought she was. So she told me all about the little tyke, "Gypsie" and told me that she has a problem with her heart, like some Pit Bulls do (There are a lot of health problems with this breed). So they've wanted to make Gypsie's little life the best she could ever have, and Jolene, like most dog users, regards Gypsie as her baby, a member of the family.
So I thought it was really weird, when one day a week or so after she had told me about her dog, and not having ever thought of it again or Jolene really outside of work on my own free time...an overwhelming feeling that something was going to happen to her dog rested on my mind all day. Once it passed, I didn't think anything of it. Until of course, Jolene came into work a few days later, rather upset and told me that her and Chuck had just come back from a trip to Georgia to find out from her sister that her dog Gypsie had suffered a fatal heart attack while they were gone.
I was kind of in shock, a little, I mean. I wasn't sure why I was thinking about her dog at all, or feeling like something was going to happen...and than turns out something did, and her dog had died. I just found it incredibly strange at the time.

But than I've been thinking, it's kind of always how I've been.

Recently, when that big storm was going on last weekend and everyone was freaking out in our area, I remember sitting very calming in the basement. While I was listening to all of the updates on the news, I just sort of sat there and thought for a moment...considered my feelings, where I was at mentally, and knew I was going to be okay. I thought for my brother and mother, yeah, they'd be fine, and I went back upstairs during all the warnings and crazy weather because I knew I'd be safe.

Not to mention a day before that drunken car fiasco I had been on my toes. I wasn't sure how I was feeling, because I felt like something bad was going to happen, but I didn't feel at the same time that anything bad was going to happen to any of us. It was really confusing, but when it happened, I feel that I was sort of ready for it? I immediately sprung into action, regardless of my whole body shaking, I never once froze, and I worked as quickly as possible to get all the necessary aid. I was all prepared to talk her out of the shock too, and would have if the firefighter wasn't already taking care of her.

I don't know, I find this all rather interesting, and could probably think of many more incidents where I had some sort of feeling before it happened. Call it womanly intuition or mere coincidence, but I think that sometimes I'm more in tune with my surroundings than I think.

Besides I think everyone is capable of sensing some things like this...it's whether or not that person is paying attention to their thoughts and feelings to actually notice or care.