In April of this year, my dog Maddy, a 6 year old Golden Retriever, got sick all of a sudden. I knew something was wrong with her because she was just opposed with her ball. I mean she always wanted to play with it.
She started moping around and stuff and not eating and not playing with the ball. I talked with my grandparents who I had been staying with at the time. I said that we need to take her to the vet, but they said, "Oh, she has an upset stomach or something." The next morning, I woke up to a really horrifying mess where Maddy was sleeping. We rushed her to the vet and they said she was poisoned, which was impossible, and that they would try to help her. All day we waited and nothing happened. The vet said if she made it through the night, she had better chances.
5 am the next day, the vet called and said Madison had crashed. She made it through the night. (Add 'not' here?) I was so distraught I was crying and just a mess. When I went into my room to be alone. I was crying on my bed when I felt this surreal calmness come over me and I looked over to the bathroom door and saw Maddy looking at me.
What it was, really, was the outline of her head in the door (she had a very distinguished head outline) and she turned her head towards my mom's voice when she heard her coming then she faded away into the door. I told my mom and she believed me. She was just upset that she hadn't seen it.
To this day we don't know what killed Maddy. We think it might have been perforated valves, but we're not sure. We had her cremated and she's always at the foot of my bed. My mom always believed Maddy and I were connected spiritually and I believe it with how much I loved that dog. To this day I have dreams about her and I believe it's her coming back to say hello.