I lost both of my dogs in the fall of 2011 to lymphoma. My Golden Retriever was only 8, but had been suffering from epilepsy since he was 2 yrs old. My Duck Toller Mackenzie was only 7 and had been previously a healthy happy boy. My wife and I were devastated beyond belief when it happened. We got another Duck Toller and we love him dearly. We never had an experience with seeing our deceased boys for the first year. We had them both cremated and we keep their ashes in a spare bedroom.

“We would get bumped in the legs …”

After a year had passed we would get bumped in the legs in the kitchen, and we would see the red hair of a Duck Toller. Thinking he was our boy, we never gave it much thought (they are both physically similar), until we noticed him sleeping at the other end of the kitchen. Ever since, we would catch glimpses of him and hear his nails clicking on the floor going down the hallway.

The other day I was at the fridge and felt a dog bump me. I almost tripped and fell on him, but managed to stop myself. I watched him go down the hall into the dark, as plain as day. His tail was up and wagging. I told my wife, the dog’s ready for bed, come see. I turned the light on and no dog. My wife pointed back to the other end of the kitchen, and there was our dog fast asleep.

We have never seen our Golden, but he was so sick for so long, that he must have been ready to go. Our Toller wasn’t. We both find it comforting that after 5 years since his death, he’s still here to comfort us.

— Rick, Canada