Although I live up on the mountain above the small town of San Juan Cosala, on Lake Chapala in Mexico, Yolanda, my housekeeper, is my information line to happenings in the pueblo. Lately, I’ve been going through a lifetime of journals–thoughts scribbled down in bound books small enough to carry in my pocket or purse, and this is what I discovered today, told to me by Yolanda four years ago :
“The night the veterinarian in the pueblo died, the dogs, they all howled, and the cats scratched in the dirt and on the wooden door frames with their claws—every cat and every dog in town—two days ago when his car crashed and he died.”
For Linda Hill’s “One-LIner Wednesday.” Second photo of dog by Justinas Teselis on Unsplash. All other photos by me.
I am adding this story to my group of tales about San Juan Cosala told to me by various people. I am titling this group of stories told by word of mouth, “Everybody Knows”
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This is like a line out of One Hundred Years of Solitude…
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Yes.. that is Mexico.
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Oh this brought goosebumps! Edge of the seat awe. A sire thing for your book of anecdotes that comes after Innocents in Mexico I hope?
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You read my mind, Babsje.. That’s just what I was thinking.
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I believe that~! They have something we lost a long time ago and know how other people feel about them. Tami hated the vet I was using and I did not like them either. But a new one came to town and she gets exited when she sees that we are going there. The only difference is that this one seems to be a vet because they love animals and the other one(s) pushed her around like they wished they could get the visit over with.
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Yes. Same with me.
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Amazing. When a grandfather of Jessica’s died in one country his dogs in another did the same thing
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How amazing their reaction was.
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If we could only figure out what this seventh sense is, we may finally come to REALLY know who God is~! My dog, a long time ago knew when Shirley was getting into her car to come home from work and would run to the door and sit there waiting for her. This also was a signal to let me know that she was on her way.
They do have a sense far beyond ours, Tami knows when I am going somewhere I am sure she somehow sees the evidence or hears me on the phone. She goes out and sits at the gate between me and my car or at the drivers door of my car. I often have to pick her up and carry her back into the house. She starts whining when we go toward a friends house wanting to know if we are going inside their yard, she loves them and “begs”.
I had another dog who, on a trip, knew of a good BBQ place that we often stopped at, he would start begging several miles before we passed the place wanting to be sure we would stop. Worse than having a little kid in the car~!
By the way I also saw “that sense” in mine and other mothers when she felt that one of her children were in trouble~!!!
What a great “prompt” for the day: The “seventh sense”. After I get finished with my morning chores I am going to see what kind of a poem I can make with it. Maybe others would like to make this effort too…
In the meantime here is a poem i wrote about our 3rd sense.
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Amazing!
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That is a sad tale, and amazing, too.
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A great example of the extra sense that animals have. I have, on a very few occasions, felt a similar sense, without realizing it until a later time — “oh, that’s why he visited me in such a strong dream.”
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