I am a dog lover and I have spent my life with 3 dogs since my birth. The first one was 'Moti' who died after 12 years, the second one and the most loved by me was 'Scooby', both of them were the adopted stray puppies. This story is about Scooby, my naughty son. He used to wake me up in the morning at 5 am daily by rubbing his cold nose over my hand to go out. I don't know why but he always came to me only even though his bed was near to my mom's room.
A day before my birthday Scooby fell ill because of cold and fever as it was winter season and he died that day in the afternoon. A night before his death he woke me up several times and I just scolded him for doing so but he didn't let me sleep. After his death my family became very upset and I was in tears all day long, unable to sleep at night as well.
In the morning at 5 am, I felt his cold nose over my hand and I just uttered the same words yawning, "Scooby, wait I am getting up" and I suddenly realized that Scooby died yesterday only. It was a shock to me but I thought it was because of the habit of getting up at that time but when I discussed it with my mom, she told me her experience of hearing the scratching of our main door at the same time Scooby used to come back in the morning. We didn't pay much attention to that and the same thing happened to me again next morning, the same 'cold nose'. Was I imaging things or it was Scooby who was still with us? I wanted him back but not like this. So, I changed the side of my bed where I used to sleep and nothing happened afterwards. I still can't sleep there.
We have our third dog now, 'Lucky' who resembles Scooby a lot but he is very peaceful. I miss Scooby sometimes but whenever I see Lucky I know Scooby also feels happy as we gave another stray a home.