How I Became a Believer That the Dead Can Speak to Us
Before this happened, there was no doubt that I was a cynic and would attribute any stories of this ilk as simply coincidence. Anytime I heard someone say that they were sent messages or signs from a deceased loved one, I’d chalk that up as crazy talk. But, then it happened to me. Three times in a month. This is where an orange Lilly, Starkist Tuna can, and a piece of shrimp changed my life forever. Biscuit was my first dog. I got her as a puppy in early 2006 right before I had turned 24. She was a rat terrier mix with brindle markings. Everyone would ask me if she was part Catahoula. I had no idea. All I knew was that she was the best thing in my life and was the epitome of unconditional love.
She was funny, outgoing, loved people, loved walks, loved swimming, and loved her toys — particularly her “green guy.” It was a green dragon that she fell in love with as a puppy and begged me to throw it to her almost daily. She also developed a love for Starkist tuna and shrimp. I could have never imagined the impact they’d have on my life. Fresh out of college and early in my career, I wasn’t making a ton of money so I would buy cans of Starkist tuna to make sandwiches for myself. Biscuit loved the tuna juice from the cans and developed a liking for all seafood. Once I was able to advance in my career, the tuna was traded for shrimp. Win for me and a big win for Biscuit!
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