From: "Laurie" (wolfgirllaurie@hotmail.com)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Laurie's ghost dog story
Date: Friday, November 09, 2001 5:35 PM
Location: Northern California, USA
This story a part of Obiwan's UFO-Free Paranormal Page. Please do not copy or distribute without permission from Obiwan and/or the original author!
Unlike most stories on this board, this isn't really scary but it will make you think, I hope. I live in the still power-stricken state of California, and as you all know weird stuff seems to happen here on the west coast. I have lived in northern California all of my life and witnessed a few strange things but those will have to wait for another day.
Seven years ago (in June of 1995) my fifteen-year-old yorkshire terrier Cricket passed away from a major heart attack. She had health problems and we knew she was getting old, but it still wasn't easy on us to lose her. We had her since I was 3 years old and she was like a younger sister to me, but on with my tale. Well, she had been gone for a few months and the pain of her death was getting to be too much for me to handle. Thankfully my mom could tell that I needed some cheering up and bought me another female yorkie puppy for my high school graduation present.
Nothing strange happened for the first year after Cricket's death, but around March of 1996, she returned to her family. I was playing with my new puppy Spunky upstairs on my parents bed and decided that she needed a reward for being such a good puppy. We usually give our dogs jerky; the animal treats not the same stuff humans eat, and I asked Spunky if she'd like some. Well, I must have looked away for a second and she managed to run past me on the stairs, but I thought she was still behind me. I told her she was a good girl, and I could see her black coat as she followed me downstairs.
I had just turned to walk into the kitchen when my mom told me that Spunky had been waiting in there for me to give her a treat. I was confused since I had been followed downstairs by my puppy. I asked her if Spunky had been down there the entire time, and she told me that Spunky came running down a few minutes ago. I was shocked and asked her if she heard me say Spunky's name while I was walking down the stairs. She said yes, and wondered why I was talking to Spunky on the stairs when she was in the kitchen with her. I had chills run down my body. I gave Spunky her treat and informed my mom that Cricket had returned. She looked at me with a skeptical look on her face so I explained to her that Cricket had returned to watch over her family.
Since then there have been some strange things going on around Cricket's old things that my new dog Spunky now uses. The self-filling water dish will bubble as if a dog has just finished drinking from it, and Spunky tends to stare at the first landing on the staircase intently for a few seconds at a time as if she's looking at something. Well, that's my story, and for those of you who have expirenced this kind of thing, you know how strange it can be for a dead pet's spirit to return to watch over you and your family. Thankfully Cricket is still watching over us and our current dogs, but I'm still the only one who has seen her...for now!