Ghost Bark

Monty Beagle

 

 

(Excerpt from Rowena Wentworth’s journal)

16 October 2023

 

I heard it again this morning. It was a bark, just a single bark, but it woke me up from a night’s sleep. I heard it a couple of days ago, too, when it woke me up from my afternoon nap.

It was just one bark, but it sounded like our Monty. He used to stand outside my closed bedroom door and bark when he thought I’d napped enough. Monty was a dog of settled habits. He knew 3 p.m. was time for his afternoon snack and he was determined to have it.

Monty died a year ago, and Jon has never quite got over it. Although Monty followed me around the kitchen three times a day, on the theory that wherever SHE was, food had a habit of falling onto the floor, it was Jon who was Monty’s champion.

Every morning Jon took Monty for a walk and would come back, exulting. “Monty is a rock star! Everyone knows him by name!”

We named Monty after my friend Wendy’s King Charles spaniel, Monty. She had two King Charles spaniels, actually, Monty and Rommy. We met them when we visited her in Dorset, years ago. Whereas Rommy was very shy, the English Monty, named after Field Marshal Montgomery, was as outgoing as our American Monty Beagle.

Jon, Monty, and I used to sit on the sofa after dinner, holding paws while we watched “Wheel of Fortune” and “Jeopardy.” Sometimes I’d ask, “Who has long, soft, floppy ears? Why, it’s YOU!” Monty would then gaze at me soulfully and demand to have his belly rubbed.

It was when he went in for his yearly teeth cleaning that the worst happened. The vet administered either too much anesthetic, or the wrong sort of anesthetic. Monty did not come out of it well: he was neurologically impaired and soon went blind.

We had to put him to sleep. It was the only the second time I’ve ever seen Jon cry. A week later we took some of Monty’s ashes and scattered them in the woods behind our former house, where he used to romp and bark to his heart’s content. The rest of his ashes, still in their container, repose in our closet in a velvet bag.

23 October 2023

 

Again, I was awakened by a bark, just a single, deep-throated bark. It’s Monty, all right. Does his spirit hover still in the home where he spent half of his eleven (by human count) years? What does it mean? I’m going to look it up.

 

31 October 2023

 

Dreaming that you’ve heard a dog barking can mean a lot of things, apparently. This was just a single bark, though, not prolonged or angry barking. DreamGlossary, at www.dreamglossary.com, says, “When you hear a dog barking in your dream, that is a warning of an upcoming unpleasant surprise.”

I heard the bark again this morning. Is Monty coming for Jon—or for me?

 

1 November 2023

He came for Jon.

Early this morning Jon followed Monty over the Rainbow Bridge.


 

The End

About Diana in NoVa 36 Articles
I'm quite literally an old Witch. In my spare time I follow politics, write fiction about those who follow the Pagan path, keep house (not terribly successfully), and hang out on the Moose, Facebook, and sometimes the Great Orange Satan. I'm a nanny-granny to three adorable grandchildren and the granny of two who are quite grown up. Sisterhood is powerful!

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  1. {{{Diana}}} The story of the Rainbow Bridge is that our furbabies will wait for us there and run to greet us when we come. But sometimes with a particularly strong relationship the furbaby comes to greet us when we’re getting ready to make the trip. To guide us there. Sad for those who now have 2 holes in their heart. Happy for the one who left, having their favorite walking companion going with them. Blessed Be. moar {{{HUGS}}}

  2. Thank you for posting this. The stories of the loss of our furry friends, family members really, are always sad. :(

    • Thanks for reading and commenting, Jan. One never really gets over it, although the sense of loss and anguish subsides with time.

      I remember my sweet Crumpet, and my funny girls, Missy and Molly, and of course little Monty. I want my ashes strown in the same woods where we put Monty’s.

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