Last night when I was in bed, my cat Janie jumped up and snuggled next to my ankles. 
Janie died last month. 
In life, as soon as I turned off the light and went to bed, she’d hop up by my ankles and snooze. I knew she was there, because suddenly and for no reason, the blankets by my ankle flattened. And strangely, I felt a bit of warmth coming from the flattened blankies.
My kitty loves me, even in death! ;j
Well, the Pet Psychic on TV says that departed pets come back to check on us. I had a little Cairn terrier that I miss a lot, and I will sometimes hear her barking in the back yard. It could just be a really talented mocking bird, but I like to think it’s my little friend back for a visit.
What, no pet ghost sitings? Drat!
What, no pet ghost sitings? Drat!
There’s a Pet Psychic?! :eek:
What channel is that on?
I do believe in this phenomenon, however nonDopish that may be.
When I was about 7, my parents moved us from Montreal to Vancouver, and we bought a house. The following summer, we had a rainstorm, which happens here more than it ought to. I went to the basement rumpus room, and saw a dog walk through the (closed) door, turn around three times, and curl up to sleep in front of the fireplace. We didn’t have a dog. I went over to the dog to check him out, and he just disappeared. He didn’t get up and walk away, he didn’t acknowledge me in any way, he just wasn’t there when I took the few steps necessary to get to where he lay down.
No explanation. My parents still think I’m making it up. I still get chills down my back when I think of it.
My cat Boo died of lymphatic sarcoma in 1996. After he died, once in awhile I’d catch a glimpse of a black cat out of the corner of my eye. I thought it was just my mind playing tricks, but one night me and my other cat Bo were reading in bed. Again I sensed a black cat - I didn’t actually see it, but Bo looked too! A few months after Boo died I adopted Abby, and stopped seeing shadows of Boo. I don’t know if it was an actual ghost, or if both Bo and I were still grieving. It was a strange feeling, whatever it was.
Yay! I thought I was going a little batty… 
Although, I am a bit puzzled about why Jane came back. As far back as I can remember, we’ve always had at least 3 cats and a dog or two. And of all the pets we’ve had that died, none came back like Jane has. And those pets we’d owned far longer - years, as opposed to Jane, who only stayed with us for a few months.
The Afterlife must have some rules or something.
Yep. Her name is Sonya Fitzpatrick and she’s on Monday nights on the Animal Planet channel. I’m skeptical about that sort of thing, but she does have a way with animals even if she can’t actually communicate with them as she claims. It’s an interesting show.
I had an ant farm when I was little. I named everyone of those cute litte guys…there was Timmy, Michael, Ron, Elvis, Jude, Bill, Zack, Damon, Matty, Brandon, Rowan, Walter, Jack, Stanley, Kevin, David, Wesley, Charles, Nathan, Noah, Patrick, John, Anthony, Peter, Shawn, Ben, Preston, Cameron, Adam, Colin, Tommy, Frank, Jeremy, Ethan, Eric, James, Will, Walter, Jason, Larry, Ed, Jerome, George, Christopher, Louis, Evan, Steven, Lyle, Sam, Leo, Martin, Harold, Rodney, Boris, Cyral, Joel, Woody, Jeff, Eli, Kirk, Kenneth, Lee, Eugene, Brad, Todd, Ralph, Aurthur, Richard, Jim…the whole gang.
They all died back in 1982, but last night, they all came to visit me in my sleep! They were crawling all over me! It was FANTASTIC!!!
Then I remebered that I have lice. The Ants really hadn’t come back at all.
ROFL!
Mouthbreather, you really had me going.
I have got to be one of the most gullible people on this planet. My mom once convinced me that my orange juice was just flavored milk.
Until I realized that there was no possible way for you to name all those critters, :rolleyes: I actually believed you!
SOUPERKARLENE said;
***I have got to be one of the most gullible people on this planet. ***
SuperKarlene, one of the band directors I work with told me (this week, even!) that they took the word “Gullible” out of the dictionary. I just wanted to let you know - just in case someone tells YOU that same thing - that it IS NOT TRUE! I got a new dictionary and looked it up and “Gullible” is still there.
This is just further proof of the truth in the old saying, “Don’t EVER take advice from a drummer!”
Mike in Houston
(no, the other one)
Just an hour ago, driving home from work, I saw the ghost of my dog (who is still alive) cross the street right in front of my truck. Then I got closer and it wasn’t the ghost of my dog; it was just the ghost of some dog that looks like my dog.
I don’t believe that ghosts of beloved pets come back to visit you, sorry.
But I wish it really did happen. I miss my pets a lot.
I once had a pet elephant. He died when he was hit by a freight train while chasing a bag of peanuts. Every time I drink more than 10 beers he comes back to visit me. Funny thing is he is now pink. Do you think the pet psychic can explain it?
:rolleyes: Wake up people! It’s the 21st century! :rolleyes:
Haven’t had a drink in more than a month, Peanuthead.
Can’t we at least chalk this up to “possible”, rather than become woefully cynical?
I have “seen” our dead ferret from the corner of my eye several times. I think what I “saw” was a projection of what I want to see, since I miss the little guy a lot—he was a super ferret and I wish he were still here.
Good for you! There’s more than enough cynicism in the world already. (I know–I’m a grade-A cynic myself.) I think it’s much better to hold onto the attitude that anything is possible.
I have a story with a little different twist. I haven’t ever seen any of my deceased pets’ ghosts, but I do believe one of my cats was my reincarnated Grandfather. His name was Fantasia and he acted just like my grandpa (nobody liked him but me, he was ornery as all get out, etc.) - that wasn’t the weird part, though. I can’t really explain it, I just KNEW. And I think HE KNEW I knew.
Pet reincarnation. Now there’s something I had never considered before! :eek:
I like that possibility. But what would bring about the tunneling of the soul of a human into that of a cat? Maybe there are rules that govern this stuff… 
Thank you, Second Guest. It’s my goal in life to not become jaded like so many of my other friends. BTW, are you a fan of the computer game 7th Guest? I used to love that game.
Louis B - I wish I knew a bit more about ferrets. Are they like guinea pigs? ;j
Until someone produces a shred a proof, I’m not going to believe in ghosts, animal or human.
That being said, we had to put our beloved chow chow, Casey down a couple of years ago. Casey was a very, very sweet but not so bright little doggie. I would estimate that she was skunked about ten times. Whenever we smell skunks outside of the house, we joke that Casey’s ghost must have been in the yard.
Haj