Storyboard:Even his cardiologist agreed. There was something about Biscuit. And he vowed to me that he is going to do everything in his power to make sure that the ER he shares a building with will do better - while they were ultimately fantastic (funny what over $3k, mostly refunded) will do - Biscuit deserved better. We deserved better.
I thought the lady was insane for many years. When my Mom called me out of the blue to ask me why I was having chest pain (I was, and I ignored it like all men do), and I hadn't told a soul - I started listening.
Driving from New Jersey to Biscuit's first home on Monday, her car's infotainment system started going crazy. Screen eventually went black. "Okay, Biscuit, I'll call daddy".
I hadn't been able to cry yet. I was dealing with my wife, dealing with his remains, making plans to be an advocate for him.
She called, I finally grieved. She stopped to look around, she was exactly where she and I scooped up a starving black lab together when I was a child. We named him Lucky. Same exact spot. Turned to the lane he was in, running around traffic, a truck was on the shoulder - "The Lucky Dog" written on the side.
She later explained that his soul is working through electricity, which is the sign of an incredibly strong entity. Again, OK, Mom.
Tuesday morning. Power flickered. Ground crew working on the complex. Power went out, just long enough for the guy with a weedwhacker to walk past our door. I heard Biscuit bark - no other dogs in our wing right now and I know his bark well, especially his alert.
Power out in a half mile radius, just for about a minute. No storm, no wreck.
Call me crazy, just as I did my Mom, don't really give a shit. We've pretty much all already agreed we have aliens. 😂
- Guy and his dog have the same cardiologist.
- Dog is now dead.
- Guy is having chest pains.
- Wife just went into the ER.
- Power is flickering.
- Loose souls wandering throughout the city
- Dead dog barking