My earliest account of ghost activity was when I was around 12 years old. I was then living in my old house where I have lived ten years in total. My dog Max was 15 when he died in February of 2006. His sudden illness came out of nowhere. He started having seizures and my dad told me that he was in constant pain, so a trip to the vet was needed. I was at school when he was taken to the vet and I remember that very morning of when I last saw him very well. He was just lying on the floor, not moving. I had a very odd feeling wash over me like I would never see him again. So I went to school and I remember having a bad feeling in my gut around noontime.
My mom picked me up later and I was told that the vet suspected that Max had a cancerous tumor in his brain. My parents were given the option to keep him alive or put him to sleep. My dad agreed to put him to sleep. So my brother and I waited for my dad to return home from the vet with Max's body. My dad came home and had a bundle in a trash bag. A bad feeling drowned my insides. I knew what was in the bag. My dad took him out and let us pet him one last time. He was all rigid and cold... A feeling I wasn't used to. He was then buried right outside my window. I prayed out loud for him and then everyone went inside.
A few months later, my neighbor's daughter Erin, my brother, and I were sitting on my back porch talking. We were silenced by a panting noise that was steadily growing louder until it sounded like it was right next to where I was seated. The first thought that came to mind was that it was either my other dog or Erin's. However, her dog was inside locked away in her parent's room, and mine was inside in my parent's room. We sat there for a minute or two before running around the house twice before coming back to where we were before. Nothing. I haven't heard anything since. Could that have been Max saying goodbye?