This took place shortly after my beloved dog, Zoey, passed away due to cancer.
I had my first experience after a very long day of school. Normally when I get home, I hear the sound of Zoey's tags jingling. But all I heard was my other dog, Baily. I had gone to let Baily out to go pee. I stood outside, looking out at the last place I saw Zoey barking. She had been barking at thunder. I swore I heard the faintest of barks. But I shook my head at it, as there were many dogs in the neighbor hood. After my mom left to go get her nails done, I rested on the couch with Baily at my side. I flipped through the channels on tv, groaning at the fact that nothing was on.
I put on "Without a Trace" and watched it with Baily. Soon, I fell asleep. But, as soon as I could remember the dream, the image of Zoey's dead body popped up. It was even more horrifing than the actual experience. Her still warm body... Her cold, icey blue tongue... The way her eyes were fixed on me... And worst of all, the smell of death, the smell of a dead friend, no longer to be seen. I relived that day, and the day after it. I tried to wake up, but I just couldn't. I cried in my sleep as I took Zoey's still warm paw.
But when I did wake up, Baily wasn't there. Zoey was. Left leg missing and all. She barked at me, like she wanted to play. But something was off about it. It was toneless... Like she had no emotion. Then she was gone. When my mom got home, I tried to tell her. But she didn't believe me. That night, I slept in the bean bag Zoey slept in. I had the exact same experience. But this time her bark seems almost sad. All day the next day I heard Zoey yelping. Alot. It was starting to stress me out. When I got home (I had to walk home) I had a break down. As I sat there crying, I heard the jingle of Zoey's tags. I looked up and there she was. She looked young, healthy and had her leg back. I cried and flung my arms around her. In return she licked my face over and over in a comforting manor. Then she was gone. But I heard her "happy as can be" bark. And I knew she was in a happier, better place.
To this day, I have that dream ocassionally. And Zoey will be there. I have her ashes in my room, so she can protect me even without her physical body.
I carry her with me, her ghost is attached to me.
"you and your special friend have met, and you will cross the rainbow bridge together, never to be separated."
~ The Rainbow Bridge, author unknown