So my brother, bestest friend and bestest dog in the whole wide world sadly passed away last December 21-12-12 (the day the world was predicted to end and did, for me). I guess he was old at 15 and had a bad cough but he was very playful and fit; he'd be taken for long mountain walks nearly every day, so I was stunned it happened. He slept in my room and my mother found him that morning unmoving under my bed. When she woke to tell me something was wrong, I didn't think much of it as he was often in a deep sleep so I thought he would snap out of it. I crawled under my bed to him and felt his paw which was limp. My parents shouted at him to wake, but nothing.
Christmas wasn't the same without him, was moping around and crying a lot. I dream about him every night since and think about him every waking moment constantly throughout the day. Nothing happened for a few weeks (except for frequent creaks in the floorboards) but fortunately, lately it has. I often see black and white (his fur colour) flashes around the room I'm in. I was in the kitchen making tea a few days ago, and I turned toward the fridge to collect the milk and I swore I saw my Ricky lying down in his bed as always! I blinked and nothing there. I really hope it was him. A few nights ago, I was in bed reading when all of a sudden, I heard a great crash right beside me! I looked over and down to see my bottle of orange which had been there on the floor quite a while, had somehow toppled onto the heater. In my mind, it was Ricky making his way under the bed (he often knocked things over being partially blind).
According to my parents, the other dog, Brownie senses his friend is still around as he looks back at nothing and waits on their walks. He wasn't eating within the first few weeks but has now gotten his appetite back immensely, would like to think its because his friend has found his way back home.
Thank you for reading.