My family dogs are miniature short-haired Dachshounds. Their names were Charlie and Cindy, had them since grade 5, when we lived in Toronto. They past away in 1999/2000. Cindy past away first, then a year or two later we got another dachshound from the Humane Society, after we were feeling better about getting another dog, while still looking after Charlie. Our dog now is Hidie. Charlie wasn't doing so great in the year 2000. With Dachshounds, they get bad backs, if they go on ice wrong, or jump down / run the wrong way. That's what happened to Cindy, we put her down so she wouldn't have to suffer the pain. With Charlie, he had one of his disks broken and he couldn't even walk.
I remember it was a sad day for all of us. Charlie was my best bud, I told him everything, from who I like, to who I hate. I know dogs can't respond, but they can listen can't they? He kept me company though my worst times. For the first few weeks after his passing, I didn't spend much time with Hidie, my dad and brother did, getting her socialized with people.
She sleeps in my parents room, with the door closed so she didn't go down the stairs without hurting herself. I woke up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water, and I thought I saw a dog in the hallway walking from my brother's door, to mine. I looked at my parents door, and it was still closed. I went back into my room , and I thought I saw my Charlie laying on my bed staring at me. I stopped for a moment, being half asleep, I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, or if he was really there. Of course, I recorded it in my little book I have, of any unusual things happening around my house, a friends or community.
The next day, I was sitting alone, my new dog was on my lap, without her collar on, and I thought I heard Charlie or Cindy's collar walking down the stairs.
Today, I have Hidie still, and we got another dachshound from the Humane Society, we saw his picture in the newspaper, and our Humane Society friend who works there called us up asking if we were interested in getting another dachshound.
We couldn't resist! I was staring at Norman (our new puppy) when we were picking him up at her house, his face looked so much like Charlies, it still does. He's a little skinner then he is , but just the facial expressions. Could Norman be another form of Charlie letting us know he's okay?
It's been 4 years now since we had Norman, I still ask myself that question whenever I'm down. Even when both dogs either sleep with me, without their collars, I still hear something in the hallway. Just hearing them, makes me want to hold my old dog up in my arms again, I never even hugged him goodbye, when we took him to the vet, I went with him to see him one last time but was very uncomfortable hugging, now I wish I have.
Last night I had my door closed, with no dogs in my room. I felt like I had Charlie or Cindy sitting by my feet. I'd wake up, and there'd be no one there. It hasn't happened to me in a while, the last known time that this happened to me was 2004. Since then, never felt anything from my two dogs that past away.
You know, every time I write something like this down either in a journal, or tell someone, I always get teary eyed. Either if it was one friend who past away in 2005 (I'll share her ghost story another night) or my grandparents. I love the memories, but hate the tearing up part. People who approach me afterwards always ask me what I'm going to say? I saw the ghost of my two dogs/ high school friend?
So many mysterious things that have been happening to me recently, I've been reading up on real life stories / comments, and other sites to see if I could connect anything to what I've been putting up with. The thing is, I think nowadays, I'm the only one in the house that knows the dogs are still around. My mom used to, but she hasn't said anything lately.