Unbelievable

This is not my story but my mums.

Before I was born my mum and dad lived in a trailer in northern Ontario. It was a night some time in the summer. My mum and dad were sitting on the bed when my mum got a call. The store where she worked had been broken into and they wanted her there for moral support and because she was the accountant so she could tell them how much money had been stolen. My mum left and my dad remained. He continued watching TV. Then he remembered that the dogs (they had 16!), were still outside. He went to let them in, but he couldn't fid three of them. These were all show dogs so very well trained but though he called and called they never came. (Important side note, the dogs names that had been lost were Sickle, Jamie, and Indy.)

Around midnight, my dad woke up to a familiar weight at the end of the bed; he called out the name of the only dog that was aloud in the room. Indy. As he called he realized what he said. He poked, (that's right, he POKED A WOMAN out of her sleep. CRAZY!) my mum and asked if she had let the dogs in, she replied sleepily, after cursing him into the afterlife, that all the dogs had been let in when she returned home. He froze and looked towards the end of the bed. Indy sat there sweetly, just as she always did. He mentally gave a shrug and turned over to go back to sleep. He fell asleep to Indy nuzzling him, saying good bye though he didn't know it at the time.

The next day they couldn't find the other dogs (Indy and the others), they went looking. They found Indy's body at the side of the road just next the house. The other two dogs were there with her. Lying on either side of her body. Alive and well, with only minor scratches (the worst injury was a broken claw). Mum was devastated. When dad told her what had happened the night before, she whispered that

Indy had come to say goodbye.

While it was my father who truly witnessed the event of her coming back. He did not, up until the day he died, believe in ghosts. Unbelievable!