I once thought I had finished writing all the stories from past communication cases. But recently, I found a few that were left behind — perhaps because I had too many cases to handle at the time, and some stories simply didn't make it into writing. Now that I'm revisiting them, the memories feel distant, yet the emotions remain vivid and real. Even if some details are a little fuzzy, the feeling in my heart is still there, and it's worth sharing. If there are any small inconsistencies, I hope the family won't mind.
Today's story is about a fifteen-year-old Chihuahua named DiDi. It has already been nearly three years since I communicated with her after she passed away. I still remember her mother telling me that DiDi had heart disease, but it was well managed. Later, she was also diagnosed with Cushing's syndrome, which affected her endocrine system. Her legs gradually weakened, and with age, she developed slight dementia. She would bark persistently every day, yet her mother always believed that DiDi was a brave little one.
On the day of the incident, DiDi's mother and sister took her for a follow-up appointment. After seeing the doctor, the mother brought DiDi back to the car and asked her sister to watch over her while she went back to the clinic to pick up medication. In that brief moment, DiDi barked a few times and then began gasping. Terrified, the sister rushed her back into the hospital for emergency treatment. Sadly, even though the car was parked right in front of the hospital, DiDi couldn't be saved.
Heartbroken, DiDi's father decided to bury her so she could rest peacefully in the earth. Yet, he took a handful of soil from her grave and placed it into the potted plant that held the ashes of their previous dog, Muri, who had passed away three years earlier. He hoped that DiDi and Muri could accompany each other in heaven. After all, when Muri died, DiDi — who had always been close to him — often searched the house for Muri's presence.
During the communication, the mother shared the father's heartfelt message with DiDi and told her that a kalanchoe, a "flower of longevity," had grown from Muri's ashes. The family believed that it was a gift from Muri in heaven. Upon hearing this, DiDi replied curiously, "Really? Muri always has clever ideas! But he's been reincarnated now, so I can't ask him myself. When you all missed him so much before, now it's time to miss me instead! I wonder... what kind of flower will grow from my ashes?" Even as an angel, DiDi's curiosity still shone through.
When she was alive, it was DiDi's sister who loved dressing her up the most. The two of them grew up together, and being "fashioned" playfully was a regular part of DiDi's life. In her final years, though, perhaps due to dementia, DiDi would sometimes protest by flipping her food bowl only half an hour after eating. Those little quirks have now become cherished memories for the whole family.
During the afterlife communication, DiDi's mother asked her to study diligently under the guidance of the Bodhisattva. DiDi cheerfully responded, "I'm doing my homework up in heaven, but Mom always said I was a little rascal — so I'm not sure what exactly I've learned!" She added sweetly, "Thank you for putting up with my tantrums and noisy barking. That's what made me feel safe to be my silly self!"
About her sister's teasing, DiDi laughed, "She always dressed me in girly colors! But I don't mind because you're all the best owners I could ever ask for. I really hope my next journey brings me back to your home again."
And now, as nearly three years have gone by, we can't help but wonder — has DiDi already returned to this family in a new life? And if so, what kind of flower has she blossomed into this time?
