Ghostly Dog

From 1996 to 2000 I lived in Johannesburg, South Africa. During my time there I inherited a little dog called Sebastian. Too old and frail to make the 11,000km flight to England with his owners when they emigrated, I took him in. Some time later I found him floating in the swimming pool. He had drowned. I was distraught and riddled with guilt. In the following months I had two seperate experiences which told me Sebastian was okay. The first happened whilst I was in bed. I woke up and distincly felt him climb onto my bed and circle (the way he used to) before plonking himself down. The second was also whilst I was lying in bed. It was morning; the sun was shining in through the patio windows and I clearly saw, if only for a brief moment, Sebastian lying there enjoying the sun's rays. Both experiences left me feeling comforted and certainly helped me overcome my guilt and grief.