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