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1. An Open Letter to Pleiadian Starseeds

 

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Triggering - And what to do about it!

 


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Firstly the questions people frequently ask me about me:

An Introduction to Arn "Zingdad" Allingham

 

Then a fun but enlightening questionnaire that you can use to discover:

Are YOU an Awakening Soul?

 

And then find out all about:

The Three Types of Awakening Soul

 

My Dog Zing is Dead

 

 

How can I make sense of any of this? My very dearest friend. My little shadow. My… there are no words to express all that Zing meant to me. And now he is dead. Gone. Now there is no more Zing in this life of mine.

 

And how can I make any sense at all of that?

 

Five days ago Zing and Pikachu were playing chase. Five days ago we all went for a walk in the forest. Five days ago all was well with Zing and the world.

 

Then, four days ago I found Zing on the kitchen floor in some pain. He yelped when I picked him up. His back was obviously hurting. I thought he’d pulled a muscle or pinched a nerve or something. I decided to be careful with him and watch him.

 

Then three days ago, I had to carry him downstairs to relieve himself. And then I noticed that he was unable to move his hind legs at all. That was the moment the first crack showed in my world. That was the first moment I knew something terrible might be happening. We immediately took him to the vet, who confirmed the worst: Zing had a herniated disc. These discs are the little cushions in the spine that allow vertebrates to move. Dachshunds are particularly susceptible to them herniating. When they do, they rupture and put pressure on the spinal cord. Nerve function is lost. Paralysis occurs.

 

There is an operation that can be done, the vet informed me. My heart, my gut, my truth said “no”. It said this would be wrong. It said I would put Zing through a very traumatic long-drawn procedure and it would not work. It said that this was not an option. And I also have a friend whose Dachshund had this very operation and she anyway had to be put to sleep six months later. But no matter. In this instance. My truth said “no”. I asked the vet what the success rate is. He said variable. He said it sometimes works perfectly. It sometimes works partially. And it sometimes doesn’t work at all. He did some tests and we found there was more than one herniated disc. At least two. Perhaps more. If I had not already made up my mind not to put Zing through the surgery, the vet’s face, as we discovered the multiple ruptures would have convinced me.

 

No surgery.

 

The vet gave Zing a pain shot and sent us home with some cortisone to bring down the inflammation. There is an outside chance, he said, that it could help. In my heart, I knew, though, it was just to give me time to say my goodbyes.

 

I had two days to be with Zing. At first his pain seemed to subside. He was present and alert. His eyes followed me wherever I went. He wagged his tail whenever I came to his bed. He lay on my chest sleeping. We talked. I told him over and over and over again how much I loved him. He licked at my tears. He told me in all of the ways of the secret Zing and Zing’s Dad language that he loves me too. He told me not to worry. He told me all would be well. And he refused utterly to eat or drink anything. He also lost control of his bladder and bowels. Which is probably the only part of all of this that really phased him. Because he really didn’t want to make a mess in the house. He once tried to drag himself with semi-functioning front legs to the door while… Ah. I don’t really want to tell you about that. I just meant to say that he was really trying to be a good dog to the end. And that desire to be “good’ was the only thing that caused him distress in any of this.

 

And that was what broke me.

 

I couldn’t.

 

I know he was checking out on his own terms. I know, if you neither eat nor drink you have but a few days before you die. I could not. I could not put myself through that. In the end, I decided to put Zing out of my misery.

 

Yesterday, I took Zing to the vet. Yesterday I held my beloved best friend in my arms and whispered over and over again how much I loved him while the vet slipped a needle in his vein. Yesterday I whispered my very final goodbye in Zing’s ear as mercy carried him away.

 

And now I am bereft.

 

Now I can’t make no sense of how this can be. That five days ago I was THERE. And that now I am HERE.

 

There are transcendent spiritual truths to all this. There is healing. There is growth. There is acceptance. There is the perfection of all things. I know. I mean I really, really KNOW all of that. But for now I am here. For now, I am grief. I am loss. I am sorrow.

 

And I just wanted to share this with you because some of you knew Zing. And some of you will understand, one way or another, what I am going through. And perhaps recording this will serve some good.

 

But irrespective. This is the end of something beautiful. When something that beautiful ends, it is worth noting that ending too. And that beautiful thing was the life of a little Dachshund called Zing. His spirit lives on. But the life that soul lived here, as Zing, is over. Gone.

 

Goodbye Zing. I love you forever. Wherever you are and wherever you may go. Always I will be here, loving you. And I miss you dreadfully my spectacular little friend.

 

arn and zing

This picture was taken some months ago. I was wearing a dirty old work t-shirt, as you can see. I came in to take a rest. Zing came to rest with me.

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# Steve 2017-10-31 03:05
I'm so sorry to hear about poor little Zing. He was a beautiful dog, and I can feel in your words that you both really loved each other a lot. I understand how it feels, back in 2009 my wonderful cat Callie died of some unknown disease. I say unknown because I couldn't afford to take her to the vet (which is what hurt me the most) to find out what it was nor to have her put down, but I suspect it was a feline leukemia or something. She lost a LOT of weight in a very short amount of time and eventually she stopped eating at all. Human words can't express how much she and I loved each other, and they can't express how much I still miss her. But sometimes she visits me in my dreams and lets me know that she's doing fine in the astral realm. I've often heard that when you have a deep soul connection with an animal friend, they visit you in this way and other ways, and that the two of you will be reunited eventually, but I don't remember the specifics of how this reunion works. I'm so sorry for your loss, I've been there too with so many other animal friends I've known over the years.

On a another note, did you let Zing jump up on the couch or the bed? Years ago my mom had a Dachshund, and when she took her to the vet for shots the vet told my mom to not let her jump up on furniture, because later on it causes back problems for Dachshunds because of the way their bodies are built. I'm really sorry I wasn't able to give you this info sooner, but I just now read this blog entry. :(

Love and Light, Steve
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# dave 2016-09-13 23:19
hi Arn , sorry to hear about Zing , you should know that he has only left you in his bodily form , the energy and love for you never leaves you and is always around you. I had my girl Ali cross over 18 months ago after 19 years of bliss , now I keep a tapered candle burning every day and whenever I need her she comes to me via that. the candle flame fluctuates to let me know she is there and that she hears me . Try it , Zing will come though to you too....remember , nothing dies....regards , Dave from Australia.
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# Charles Allen 2016-08-20 16:25
I truly witnessed your pain as we went through the same experience with our Jack Russell terrier named Daisy. We were buddies for 13 wonderful years and it was devastating to let her go. She had colon cancer surgery but only lived two months before we had to let her go as it had returned and we saw the look on her face. It took us two years to get another but the experience is not the same. We will love Daisy forever and hope someday to see her on the Rainbow bridge.
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