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She's Still Around

July 2002

Last April, my miniature dachshund, Poo, died. She was almost 15 years old. We were best friends and had lived alone together for 12 of those years. I thought it would be just her and I together forever. Her heart gave out on her and I found her in her bed when I came home from work. I was so devastated and I miss her a lot.

The same week she died, I was in the kitchen putting away clean dishes, and I was being careful as the sound of dishes rattling always scared her. I forgot just for a moment that she was dead. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her walk through the kitchen to go sit in front of the heater, like she did every morning.

A few days later, I thought I heard her whining for me to pick her up and put her in the bed. She always slept under the covers at my feet.

A day or so later, I was sitting on the floor checking my email on my webtv, and I just knew she was standing behind me. I could feel it in my heart. Like you can sense when someone is standing behind you looking at you. I held my hand out behind me and turned, but she wasn't there, of course. I was sure she was.

The last thing I felt was when I went to bed. This was over a month later. She liked to clean my feet for me every night, and she would nudge one foot off the other when I was laying on my side so she could get the whole foot. She would be very insistent that I move that foot. I felt a very definite nudge that night. There was no mistaking it. I haven`t felt or seen anything since, but I feel certain she is still hanging around just to be close to me. She was a little sweetie.

I told my sister about these things I experienced and she was polite and let me talk, but I knew she thought I was just a little loony. Then, her dog died just about 3 weeks ago, and she told me she felt her dogs head nudge her hand as she walked down the hall in her house. Just letting her know she was okay and still with her, I guess. Now she doesn`t think I`m a brick shy anymore.

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