This isn't really my story to tell... But since my mother is no longer here to tell it... I will.
I was probably 6 or 7 when this happened to my mom and I have a feeling it actually means something pretty important. I faintly remember sleeping in my mom's room the night before this happened. One morning my mom woke up and she heard crying... At first she thought it was me... So she said, "Alex, baby what's wrong?" And all I said was, "What are you talking about mommy." Then I heard the crying too... I was like "Who's crying?" And my mom said, "I thought that it was you. Are you okay?" "It isn't me... I'm perfectly fine!" Then mom looked up and I looked up as well and we both swore that we saw a little cowgirl.
My mom was kind of weirded out and said "Little girl what's wrong?" The cowgirl had a soft voice that said "I...lost... Dolly." I then said, "Whose dolly?" And she said, "Dolly is my best friend... She is a doll." I said "Oh, I have dolls... Maybe you left her in my room." The girls said, "Oh no... I never leave Dolly anywhere."
We went to check my room and there was no Dolly. So we looked around the house and the little girl still never found her dolly... We went back to my mom's room and she sat back down on the dresser again and cried saying "I will never find Dolly..." Then she slowly faded away.
What could that mean?