by Chandra A.
I was about five or six years old, and my dog had just died. My sister and I had shared a room back then, so I told her everything about my dreams. But what I saw that night, wasn't a dream!
It was late, and I wasn't feeling well. I was dreaming about my dog, because I missed him very badly. Well I got up, and when I looked forward, I saw something. It was a glowing thing, just floating in the middle of our room. I started to move forward, and I saw the angel of my dog! I started to talk to him, and he kinda' - sorta' responded. I told him how much I missed him. Well after he left, I went back to sleep. The next morning I went to go see if he was still there; but he wasn't. I looked at the floor where he was floating, and there were paw prints! I couldn't believe it.
I've never told anyone about this until now. This is a true story! I'm still shocked and amazed. I think he was there to comfort me and to show me that he was fine and happy. He didn't want me to worry.