The hardest thing I had to do.
I had a dog named Gunnar that I adopted in 2000 when he was 5 weeks old. In February 2015, Gunnar let me know it was time to let him go, he was old, could barely walk, and had decided to stop eating. It was definitely the hardest thing I had to do.
I feel something leaning against me…
Now though, every now and then, I swear I feel something brushing or leaning against me and blow it off as one of my daughter’s cats, but when I feel the leaning, I look down and I don’t see anyone.
A large herding breed dog, Gunnar used to lean on me when he thought it was time for me to go to bed, when he wanted attention, or when he was scared. I hope he isn’t scared where ever dogs go, after they pass. I hope Gunnar is just here with me, helping me get through tough times as he always had.
— Destiny, Oregon
Hi, I’m not sure why this Spirit Cat has come to be with me. I love cats, but have not had one for a very long time, well except a kitten I found on the highway that I had to give up.
For the last few day I’ve felt this spirit cat on my bed, scratching at the sofa when I lay down. But this morning it stretched out right against my side. I wish I knew what this means. I’m going through a lot right now, unemployed, not feeling great, basically lost. Maybe it just trying to make me feel better.
— Cindy, US
My border collie Molly had to be put down about 2 weeks ago due to a terrible cancer. We were so bonded. I loved her beyond words.
I haven’t seen or heard her ghost but I’m expecting some sign and here’s why: I live in a very very old house and we do have a ghost—a little boy about 6 or 7 years old. I saw him twice coming up the front sidewalk, shortly after we moved in, and then he’d just disappear.
My mother came to see my new house and she saw the little ghost too; he was sitting on the landing of the stairs leading up to the bedroom, watching us downstairs. That was about 40 years ago and nothing since so I thought the boy was gone, but he’s still here.
My plumber recently was kneeling on the floor, working on an upstairs bathroom pipe and he loves this old house so I was telling him about it, including the ghost story. That’s when we both heard a bell ringing twice downstairs and the plumber looked at me puzzled and asked, “Did you hear that?” Yes, and we both knew there was no one else in the house. I went to the windows and looked out but of course there was no one on the road, no one ringing a bell. The little boy had been listening to me telling about seeing him and he was letting us know that he was listening.
I didn’t even remember just then that there even was a bell downstairs but there is; it sits on a windowsill in the sunroom and only is noticed when I dust. So now I hope the little boy appears once more and that my dog Molly is sitting or standing beside him.
The only thing that worries me is that Molly was put down at a vet center an hour from here. I left her to be cremated.
Could her spirit have followed me and my son and my sister (who were there to say goodbye) back to our car and back here to her home?
I hope she isn’t lost and looking for us at the hospital. I talk to her every night when I go to bed. I want her to know that she is loved and missed. Maybe with her company now the little boy will be able to find peace, too.
— Nancy, Pennsylvania
Thanks for your story, Nancy. I believe spirits are not bound by limitations of the physical world. That Molly was put down at the vet’s makes no difference. Molly would find her way home, or to your spirit energy no matter where. That’s my opinion.
I was lying in bed reading and it was around 11:30pm. I have only lived in this house just over one year. I very distinctly hear the “tak tak tak” of kitty paws coming down the hall outside my bedroom. I immediately thought my cat Geekers was coming up to bed like he usually does.
I got up to look but he was already asleep at the end of my bed. He raised his head at the same time, suddenly wide awake, and jumped from the bed to the dresser. He looked up at the ceiling like he was following something with his head and then he stared intently at the bedroom doorway for a couple of minutes before slowly going out into the hallway like he could see something out there.
I watched him from my bed trying to decide what to do. I was home alone and was concerned about what might be out in the hallway that could make that loud of a noise. I finally got out of bed to look down the short hallway but could see nothing there but Geekers still staring intently down to the end of the hall like there was something there.
— Norma, Canada
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
I had to have my beloved German shepherd put to sleep the other day. I cannot describe my heartbreak. I cried all day and was deeply distressed. I felt guilty and so badly wanted her back. The day after, I went for a lie down, I was exhausted with grief. I lay on my bed, unable to sleep. A million thoughts were going through my head and I was not concentrating on any one thought.
Then Roxy’s head appeared close, in front of my face. I could see in detail every hair on her head, felt her breath, and I could smell her. She licked my face once and then she was gone. It lasted 1-2 seconds. It helped me a lot, I know that she’s ok wherever her beautiful spirit is and that she still loves me and forgives me.
— Jane, England
Twelve years ago I brought home my eight week old Rottweiler puppy and I named her Lexie. She was my protector and best friend for twelve years. Lexie was about a year and a half when I started dating the man I am currently with, and she loved him and was as much his dog as mine. February 2015 we had to say good bye to Lexie as her quality of life had diminished and she could hardly walk. Both my boyfriend and I took her to the vet that day.
Lexie loved her squeak toys and she would squeak the toy until she got the squeak out of the toy. After Lexie passed I took all her toys and put them in a basket downstairs in my basement with her bed and her cage. In August, my boyfriend and I were sitting in my family room when we heard a distinctive squeak come from the living room where I used to keep her basket of toys. It was a Saturday night around 7pm.
We looked all around for a toy but found nothing. Since then Lexie has come to visit us fifteen times, on Saturdays at the same time every time except for two times. She came on Thanksgiving day when I was hosting dinner for my family. Several family members heard the squeak, and on New Year’s Day. We’ve recorded the squeak three times. It is unmistakable. There is no denying that the sound is from a squeak toy. When I hear the squeak I almost expect to see her, but it’s only the sound I hear. Sometimes it startles me. I cry and get goose bumps clear down my legs. We still miss her deeply. We don’t go out on Saturday nights anymore because we don’t want to miss Lexie squeak her toy! I would love to talk to someone about this!
— MaryDale in Ohio
Hi, my dog passed away. A few months later, I saw a strange image hard to explain. When I looked at it, it took off and knocked an ornament off the Christmas tree. Prior to that I have heard whining that sounded just like her when she wanted my attention. I believe she is here. I don’t live in the same house I did before, but I think she has found her way to me. I loved her so much and had her since she was a puppy. Miss her but know she is still here in spirit.
— Millie in Colorado
I don’t believe in anything but scientific fact let alone ghosts or animal ghosts.
However, I recently had an old dog 19 put to sleep, it was time for her to go. I loved her very much and I think the feeling was mutual.
I let her cool down for a few days before I buried her, as is my habit. Brain has electrical energy that doesn’t stop right away, it tapers off as the body cools.
So in the veggie patch she goes.
The next night, I am asleep and I get woken up by the bed moving. Now here is where things get scary and inexplicable to science.
I sleep on a water bed. I felt a movement like old dog doing a circle before lying down, I freeze, look up quickly but fully alert only moving my head because I can’t really believe this, my mind is racing as I can already sense what is happening, it’s all in a second or so til now. So I look up and I see a vague image of her circling then fading. Continue reading