I had a boxer that I got when she was 6 weeks old (I actually picked her out when she was 2 weeks old). Her name was Rena. She was my angel for 13 wonderful years. She passed from cancer in January of 2010. She also had a little companion, a mini schnauzer named Chili. They only had about 4 years together until Rena died. But, Chili died at age 4 only 2 months later. We have moved since then and they are buried on my old property.
However, while still there...I would see things scurrying around the house...always out of the corner of my eye (that would be the mini-schnauzer running around with wild energy). I would feel a brush up against my leg and/or pressure on my foot (Rena would always walk up to me when she needed attention and sit down on my feet). I would hear jingles of collars and tags, the clicking of their toenails on the tile floor. I would hear Rena's very raspy distinctive bark coming from outside and open the doors to see what was there...nothing ever was. But I heard it clear as day.
Now that we are living in a new house, I still see and hear all the same things...only not nearly as often. Almost as if they are tied to the other property (which I do still own), but that they are coming to visit from time to time.
I greet them by name, talk to them as if they were there, send love, & treat them as if they never left me.
It was so heartbreaking to lose them both so close together, but apparently they couldn't live without one another. They will be each other's keepers for eternity. This makes me smile.
So there is my pet story!