I've had a glass of wine and am feeling a little sentimental, so I wanted to share a story with you about 2 dogs I had when I was younger. We got Sheba from a rescue centre when I was about 7 or 8. She was a lab x terrier type. She was a bag of bones when we got her and very nervous, obviously mistreated and starving, but within months she had blossomed into a fine, healthy active dog. A year or so later, my mum found out about someone giving away a litter of pups, black labs crossed with border collies, and after much persuading we went to choose one and ended up with Lucy. She was the sweetest, gentlest dog I have ever known. Sheba was very much top dog, but they loved each other dearly, and when Sheba passed away at the age of 13 Lucy was obviously hearbroken. She just wasn't the same dog after that. The thing I want to tell you about though is a weird experience I had not long after Sheba died. Both dogs used to have their own "chill out" place behind the sofa, they each had their own end. When they weren't chilling out, they both used to sleep on the sofa, but again they each had their own end and would lie there like a couple of bookends with their heads on the sofa arms. After Sheba died me and Lucy were having a quiet couple of minutes in the living room, Lucy on her end of the sofa and me in an armchair. All of a sudden I noticed Lucy had woken up and was staring fixedly at the cushion on the other end of the sofa. I spoke to her but she didn't respond and continued staring. I watched for a while, then Lucy seemed to frown (she had a very expressive face!) and her eyes moved onto the floor, then around to the end of the sofa. She got up and walked round and looked behind the sofa, sniffing, then kind of jumped back in surprise and looked at me with a shocked expression. After that, she wouldn't settle at all, and kept sniffing the sofa cushion she'd been staring at, following a trail to behind the sofa, then looking at me as if to say "What the...?" Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but to this day I firmly believe Lucy saw Sheba lying on the other end of the sofa, who then got up, went behind the sofa.... and vanished. The rest of the family have other stories attached to these dogs after they passed too, including waking up in the night to push the weight of the dog off the bed, before realising we didn't have dogs any more. Does anyone else have a doggy spirit story?