Apr 07, 2017
We have had two sets of dachshunds in our life. Channel died at almost three during back surgery and then Cloii died at five from poisoning in Mexico. We had already got Carmeh as a replacement for Channel. She was a puppy when Cloii died but once Cloii was buried she sat on her grave ever single day until we left Mexico. Soon after we got back home we got Caeli. So we really had two different sets of girls. Channel and Cloii were not with us long and both died tragically. Carmeh and Caeli were with each other and us for a long time which made it more difficult to say goodbye.
Channel loved birds and butterflies and would watch them for hours. An hour before her second surgery we took her outside and sat on the grass and watched her watch them. That was our last memory of her. We have a piece of artwork in our yard which is a doxie watching a butterfly.
So ten days ago when we were putting them to rest on the Isla I stood with Carmeh in my arms at the back of the RV waiting for Colin who had gone to pick up the vet at the panga. Carmeh was always there waiting for Colin when he went out and I didn’t want her to wait alone. Suddenly a large blue and black butterfly flitted directly in front of us to catch our attention. As it flew away two orange butterflies came by and floated back and forth in front of us for over five minutes. They flew away just as Colin drove up. I knew that they were a sign from our first set of dachshunds that Caeli and Carmeh were going to be well received and cared for. That thought gave me the strength to do what needed to be done.
The next day as we were packing up Colin found a butterfly on our black tow shield, its pastel colors made it stand out, wanting to be observed. Colin thought that it was dead and brought it inside for me to see. He set it next to my desk where it sat with me for a few hours. I went outside to help with something and we both came back inside. The butterfly was gone.
We were blessed to have had this visit. I like to think that it was a message to us. Why else would a butterfly play dead and sit next to me for a few hours and then go outside and perch on our memorial flowers for so long? Our girls were now all together. How special it was to have nature give us this message.