This will be my first ever posting of my experience I've posted anywhere. I have had some minor encounters here and there through out my life, things breaking, dogs growling and barking at nothing. Nothing to really make me believe something is going on around me. I'm always being a skeptic, unlike my wife who I am always comforting and giving her reassurance of what that (sound she heard) really was.
When I was around the age of 14 something happened to me that always gives me chills when I think about it, and at the same time a sense of comfort. I was living in California at the time at Beale AFB. My dad is a 24 year veteran and was stationed there. I had one of those young love relationships where I was always by her side, I was totally "in love". Her family had a dog named Patches, very old and on its last breath by the time I was introduced to her. I never heard Patches bark, never saw her lick anyone, but she would still come up to you and lay down for you to give her a good rub down. I instantly took affection to her. I felt bad I never got to see her play around in her hay day, chasing balls, full of energy.
Six months have passed and I am still madly in love, always at her house. Patches is significantly worst by this time, and it's time for my girlfriend's family to make a hard choice. My girlfriend's parents weren't on the best terms so I agreed to make the hard trip to the vet with my girlfriend's mom. I carried Patches to the car and let her lay in my lap for the ride, petting her, trying to make her feel comfortable, also talking to my girlfriend's mom trying to comfort her. She started talking about how playful Patches was back in the day and how she would jump on you and start licking you to death. I said, "I wish I could have seen how she was, I have never seen her lick anyone before" And I swear on everything Patches very softly, like she had to put in a lot of effort, licked me on my hand. We were both very surprised at that as my girlfriend's mom hasn't even seen her lick anyone in a long time. We eventually got to the vet and everything went peacefully and we headed home.
That night while I was back at my own house, I went to my room, shut the door, and laid in bed thinking about my day. I eventually fell asleep and was awoken late into the night with a loud bark! It was not a dream as I was fully aware of what was going on. My door cracked open and I saw Patches as a young pup jumping and barking! My body kind of went numb like I was slightly vibrating. This went on for about 1-2 minutes. I couldn't do anything but sit there paralyzed. As quickly as Patches appeared she just vanished, door still open. I was very scared at the time and felt slightly confused. It took me a very long time to drift back to sleep. After it was over I just laid there in disbelief, trying to find a solution to what had happened. Of course with no luck.
When I finally had the courage to get out of bed (after the sun came up) the door was still cracked halfway open. I always sleep with my door closed, I was a teen with privacy issues like any other teen. I called my girlfriend freaked out, but was too embarrassed to tell her what happened. I have only told my wife this story, really only to freak her out.
Looking back I think it was just Patches telling me her last goodbye. Letting me know how healthy and playful she was/is as she goes over the rainbow bridge. If you can't tell I'm a big dog lover, and I hope one day when my current dogs unfortunately kick the bucket they will come say their last goodbye as they head over that same bridge.