A Major Mystery

 

Some moments can last a lifetime, but for the otherwise sordid life of Nick Major, this moment would leave an eternal stamp on his soul.

 Nick wanted to be sober the evening his dog Cello became ill, something Nick wasn’t accustomed to; he usually drank throughout the day and into the night until he fell asleep. He wanted to be fully conscious and spend as much time with Cello as possible, wondering if this might be the last time he would be able to spend with him. Little did Nick know what this night would bring.

 When Cello started going into seizures, the little dog went unconscious, and Nick attempted a mouth to mouth resuscitation to revive him. His most ardent efforts failed, and the fifteen year old Italian Greyhound Nick had officially named ‘Uccello Della Strade’ (The Roadrunner) lost his battle for life.

Nick lay on the bed holding the lifeless dog in his arms, sobbing and cursing himself, in the depths of shame and despair at his failure to save him.

‘I’m so sorry Cello’,  he cried out to no one. 

 Suddenly Nick sensed a presence in the middle of the bed; someone was standing there! He felt this presence put his hand strongly on Nick’s right shoulder. Nick trembled with fear, though in a split second he found the courage to turn around. He saw a man, dressed in a red canvas tunic, a leather belt, and well-worn sandals. For reasons unknown, Nick was not allowed to see the being’s face; it was just a blur.

This figure of a man could easily have been a linebacker, and though he wasn’t wearing the trappings of a soldier, Nick, by sheer osmosis, knew that, in his minds-eye, this vision of a man was a warrior from a very distant past.

He was a large and stocky fellow, a protector. Finally, Nick came to the realization that this entity was indeed a guardian angel.

Nick was bombarded with this imagery faster than his mind could process, yet time also seemed to stand still. Earthly rules no longer applied, as this moment was like no other in Nick’s life. This moment was divine.

Being spoken to in a very firm, but loving way. He merely said, “It’s all right”. Volumes were expressed in those three words: with that soothing phrase, Nick was released from the bondage of the ordinary world.

He was completely relieved of all regret, sadness, and loss over Cello. He now knew the little guy he loved so much was going to be alright, and he was being taken to a place that was very safe. But where he was going was not revealed to him.

He could only guess.
He had vaguely heard of the Rainbow Bridge, where animals go to wait for their masters after death. Could it be there that Cello was being taken? No answer came. The angel dissolved into the ether, and with him went the vision of Cello’s spirit being held securely by the angel. And so ended Nick’s peak supernatural experience.

Twenty-one years had passed since that strange and wonderful night when he made his first connection with the spirit world, and it’s still very fresh in Nick’s mind. Every so often when he is busy with an everyday task, he will again feel the hand on his shoulder; just a reminder that this loving spirit is certainly still hovering closely nearby

The ultimate question has always lingered. Who’s angel was he, Nick’s or Cello’s? Could animals be important enough to have angels’ of their own, or was the messenger connected to Nick in a way he was not  yet capable of grasping. The answer eludes him even now.

He supposed he would find out someday, when the time was right…

 

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