To understand my story I have to give you a bit of background. My husband and I were together when we were teenagers. I was 15 he was 17 we grew up in different states but met in Fl, through our fathers. When we first met he had a Blue Heeler named Roxy. She was so sweet and so protective of this boy I had just met. I never seen a bond between a dog and boy until I met seen this one. At first Roxy wasn't a fan of me, but we grew very close over the next year, and became very good friends. Besides my husband and his father, I was the only other person to be able to take care of the dog. She scared my step mother to death half the time. Well after so long due to situations out of our control we had to move back with our mothers and go to different states. And broke up. Seven years later we got back in touch and he informed me Roxy passed away a year before that. So after a few months I moved down to IL from PA to be with him. A couple weeks later we got married.
So one night when I moved into his mothers with him I was home alone with our dog Pierce one night while they were both at work. Pierce started acting weird, pacing, whining, staring at nothing. He then started to push his bowl over to where my husband still had Roxy's bowl, and he sat down looking at it. He then sat in the doorway of our room staring at the ceiling and just whined. I have never seen him do this before, so I got scared due to the stories I heard about the house being haunted. So my husband calls and I tell him what is going on with Pierce and he said its Roxy coming to see me, her and Pierce never ate without each other. He said to just talk to her and he will calm down. So I sat on the bed and called Roxy up to lay with me. AT that moment I felt a pressure on my leg as if a dog's head was there. I started to cry. I told her I was sorry I wasn't around and that I still loved her. After a few minutes and Pierce inching up closer and closer to the presence whining slowly almost as if he were crying, I felt the pressure leave and a warmth on my hand as if something was breathing on me, and just like that it was gone.
So about a week later, the same exact thing happened again. So when my husband called me that night I told him and of course he got upset, because Roxy never visited him. I told him it's time to say good-bye she needs to RIP. I put him on speaker he said he loved and missed her but it was time to go. When I got off the phone with him I said the same thing to her, I said I was sorry and I missed her a lot and we loved her. After she left this time she never came back. Since then I have never seen Pierce act like that before or after those two occasions.
I know this is long and kind of seems unreal, but I am really hoping that it was her coming to say good-bye I am happy she is now resting in piece. Hope you enjoyed this story.