For anyone who knows the loss of a familiar or animal companion.
Bambi and I were inseparable from the moment we met. He was a handsome Sheltie dog with light brown fur and a white front ruff. I was eight years old and recovering from the chicken pox when my parents got him for me. Bambi was an intelligent, loving, well-behaved, and extremely gentle dog. He never bit anyone and was deeply protective of our family. He slept with his head on my legs from the first night that we brought him home until the day that I left for college.
During my sophomore year, he fell ill and became progressively sicker. Then one night during my spring semester finals, I had a strange dream. I was standing on the edge of this beautiful field. Long green grass waved in the wind. A blue butterfly with a wingspan the size of a large notebook appeared by my shoulder and started dancing around me. Surprised, I started whirling around with it. At some point in the dream, the blue butterfly smiled and kissed me on the forehead. I watched as it flew off to join a cloud of other butterflies that had gathered in the field. My heart was heavy because I knew that I could not follow the joyful little spirit.
When I woke up that morning, I knew that Bambi had passed away even before my mother called me. I told her about the dream and said that he had come to say goodbye to me in my sleep. The months that followed were a dark time for me. I mourned Bambi so deeply that my husband (then boyfriend) bought me a stuffed animal that looked like him to sleep with at night.
I started seeing Bambi’s spirit frequently after I graduated and moved into my first apartment. I have had four apartments so far and he has followed me to each one. I will turn around and suddenly see him out of the corner of my eye or enter a room and find him sitting on the floor just as he used to when I was a little girl. Sometimes I even see him resting next to my darling cat, Diana. Bambi has the most benevolent soul and his presence always brings me a sense of incredible comfort and peace. Even through death, we are still connected and always will be.
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