November 8, 2015 I dreamed about Little Bit. Sandee and I (My Darlin’ Sandee is almost always in my dreams) took our Little Bit hunting. Little Bit loved to bird hunt when she was younger and I hunted over her for years until she came up with a serious soft tissue injury to her left front leg in the shoulder. I have lots of stories about her hunting exploits. And other stories as well.
The field in my dream was very tall wheat, corn tall but wheat and vast fields with dirt roads in between the fields. Little Bit took off running to hunt the fields and disappeared in the wheat while Darlin’ and I stayed on a road and waited for her. It was getting dark and I began to call for her, “Little Bit! Little Bit! Little Bit!
After a time a man came up, who I took as the owner of the property and he said to us, “She will not be coming back.”
On the same day of the dream we boated back from our trip and were in our slip reading. Suddenly at 4:20pm I became very sleepy and Darlin’ suggested I lie down for a short nap.
At 4:40pm a noise woke me up and in the corner of our berth a deep red butterfly was flying in a small repeating pattern. I decided that I needed to get up and get a soft towel and help the butterfly back outside. But when I got the towel, I couldn’t find the butterfly. I told Darlin’ of the incident and she said that Little Bit was visiting me.
I have thought deeply about this and here are my beliefs:
Georgia and Duffy Langford are our dear friends and one of their mentors told them during her last illness that after her passing, when they see a butterfly it will be her. Little Bit was there when we all had that conversation.
The Butterfly is a symbol of growth and transcendence as it changes from the caterpillar to chrysalis to butterfly. Death, burial, resurrection.
Me and Little Bit watching the fish together. Little Bit was around three years old in this photograph. Georgia took the picture from their boat and they had it framed with the butterfly frame.
When we were at work we used the 10 code for radio transmissions. The code for various death issues included 44 in the suffix. I was awakened at 4:40pm.
Although she was a mostly black haired dog, when she was young and vibrant, in the sun if I fanned the hair on the top of her head, it would show a deep red color. The same color as the visiting Butterfly.
She was the best dog I’ve ever been owned by. Darlin’ says it is because we spent almost her entire life constantly with her, but I truly believe she was special. She is in the fields now hunting, running, sticking her nose in gofer holes, chasing rabbits and barking at cats. Healthy, pain free and red headed.
So what are you most thankful for today?
Image Credit: MiMi King