When I was around the age of 6 we got two new pet dogs Monty & Zesus. Monty had a problem with his hips ever since he was a pup which worsened as he got older.
In November, 2000, when I was 12 I went to bed one night and woke up in a fit of tears because I had a dream that Monty got really ill, and was in a lot of pain yelping with the problem with his hips and we had to take him to the vets to be euthanized.
In February 2001 Monty's condition worsened to the point he was unable to sit up, his stomach twisted and we had to take him to the vets to be put to sleep.
In 2000, my mother was in her first year of marriage to my then step-farther, no obvious strains on the relationship apart from the usual up's & down's. They were both home care workers and worked together most days.
I was in my bedroom feeling highly emotional, which at the time I put down to just being a teenager. However, I wrote on a latex glove "mum and *Matt are going to get divorced" and drew a few pictures on it.
On 26th, July 2001, one night when *Matt was due home from work, he didn't arrive. My mum called the place where he was working and they said that he had left over an hour ago. She then called my step-dad and he told her she was still at work. Basically, cutting a long story short, we found out he was seeing another women.
The divorce became final on 16th October 2002.
On another occasion when I was aged 13, I had yet another dream that my Nan died and I saw her body laid flat on a hospital bed, warm to the touch. This time I decided to tell my mum about my past experiences and about the dream I had about my Nan 6 months previously (August 2003).
On the 3rd of January 2004 my Nan was rushed to hospital with heart failure, a day later my Nan died of deep vain thrombosis. We got woken up at 6am with a call from my aunty saying that the hospital had called, and we were advised to get to the hospital as fast as we could. When we arrived she had died 15-20 minuets earlier. We were allowed to see her body to get some closure, but like described in my dream, she was laid out on a hospital bed still warm to the touch like she was still there but just holding her breath.
The most recent was yesterday when I thought I had better see what others thought of this because it's either a gift or a burden and am not sure on how to deal with it or take it.
My Grandfather is the type of person that has to 'Keep up with the Jones'. When my mum was aged 7, the family (my 2 aunties, mum, my nan, and grandfather) got a parrot which they named Joey (My mum is now 47 years old).
Just last week on the 10th of December, 2008, Joey wasn't being himself and we thought with the cold weather it was just a cold which he would shake off in a couple of days.
When I went to visit on Friday the 13th of December he still wasn't well but every one thought he was going to be ok. But you know when you get that feeling that you have been in that place at the same time kind of thing, like de-ja-vu.
I blurted out that Parrot is going to die.
Sunday the 14th December he wasn't well at all, a feeling of dread came over me when I saw him get off of his perch and onto the bottom of his cage. He was rocking and couldn't open his eye's he was not responding to touch or sound and his breathing was shallow.
We rushed him to the vets. He was euthanized at 15:32.
* Real name not used