My pet dog Peketese (Pekinese mix Maltese) named Bandit, passed Valentine's Day 2005 at age five unexpectedly.
He was sick three months straight and while the veterinary specialist was performing a mylogram, he passed. I was devastated, because he was my child (for I have no children). He was the most loving dog. He went everywhere with me.
Almost a month later, I went to bed one night and woke up out of my body. I sat up, looked around, and saw my dog's sister, Scarlette, still asleep beside me. She's my twin sister's dog, and she slept with me a lot. The walls in the room turned dark, and there was Bandit laying against my leg and looking up at me. He was young 
again, happy and wagging his tail. He then jumped down and I told him I loved him. He then ran over to a white bowl on the floor and started drinking, and then ran off in the distance looking back at me, wagging his tail.
I then woke up, sitting up. I know it was an out of body experience. It was so real. I ran into my twin's room and told her about it. My dog proved to me that there is life after death for animals. I still miss him and I know he's happy. - Carla