🐾Megín…

This week, a fresh paw-print appeared on the Spirit Sofa. Everyone, please welcome Megín, chocolate Labrador, loyal companion, beer thief, and lifelong lover of boat rides. She’s reporting in from the other side, tail thumping and nose twitching, with a message (and possibly a half-drunk bottle of beer) for those of us still paddling through the mess of earthly drama.

Megín came into my life at 7 weeks old, all paws and promise. For over a decade, she was my sidekick, my shadow, and sometimes, our bartender. Yes, we did teach her to fetch beers from the ice chest. Yes, she started biting into the cans and lapping them up. We had to switch to bottles. Labrador logic.

When the time came for her to cross over, I was in Ireland, and my soul sister Kritter was by her side in the States. I got the call. Megín had gone blind. She had a brain tumor pressing on her optic nerve. That familiar heartbreak hit, the kind that comes when you know you’re losing the one who watched over you without ever saying a word.

But here’s the thing: Megín may be gone from this world, but she’s far from done. She’s here now, paws up, watching the turf drama unfold from the great beyond. And word has it, she’s got opinions…

Megín’s First Message from Beyond…

Alright, listen up, it’s Megín here. Spirit correspondent. Former beer-runner. Forever your girl.

I’ve been watching the carry-on from the Great Beyond, curled up in a fog-bank with a good view and a slightly chewed bottle of ghost-beer (less foam, more fizz). Gotta say… not much has changed in that family. Turf drama. Human nonsense. People thinking they can get away with things just because they’re louder than sense. Well. Not on my watch.

Let me tell you something: I may have been blind, but I can still smell a bad actor from three dimensions away. And that Bully fella? He’s the kind of lad who’d walk through a field, leave every gate open, and act like the wind did it.

Message to the living:

If you’re questioning yourself because someone’s gaslighting you, stop. You know who you are. You always did. And anyone who made you feel like your truth was “too much”? Tell ‘em Megín said they can fetch their own beers.

Also. Tell Heff not to panic. Blind just means his other senses get sharper. Good lad. Bit confused, bless him. Bumping into things. Reminds me of myself near the end. But he’s got it in him. He’s watching you like I used to, nose first, heart open, soul stitched to yours.

And for feck’s sake, don’t leave bottles uncapped. Ghost dogs are still dogs.

With muddy paws and eternal love,

🐾Megín🐾

Guardian of Coolers, Watcher of Boats, Bouncer of Bullshit.