ocdimperium
Junior Member
I’m not sure if it’s only humans who appear as ghosts, but I’m almost certain I saw my dog yesterday.
It was a bright, sunny day. I had to leave the backyard through the gate, so I called my three dogs to come inside—as they’d definitely bolt the second they got the chance. I stepped out for maybe two minutes, and when I came back, I shut the gate behind me.
As I turned back toward the house, I saw a German Shepherd lying there, looking right at me, panting. I blinked, looked again—and there was nothing. Just empty space. I stood there, stunned. After the shock started to wear off, I went inside.
My girlfriend asked if I was alright. I told her what I saw, and her jaw dropped. What spooked her was where I saw the dog—because it was Goldie’s favorite spot to lie down. That hit me hard.
Goldie wasn’t with us long—only two years. My girlfriend first met her on a farm where she kept her horses. Goldie lived in the stables, used for breeding, and spent her days wandering the farmyard, chewing on rocks, waiting for someone to throw her a biscuit. She was old, ragged, with teeth in awful shape.
My girlfriend kept going on about her, telling me how the owners didn’t really care much about her, and that they’d gladly let us take her. With winter approaching and her story tugging at my heartstrings, I agreed.
She became part of the family. Two years later, she grew weak. Breast cancer. In her final months, she just slowed down more and more. We took her to the vet... but she never came back home.
So I don’t know—can dogs become ghosts? Did I see the spirit of my old girl, just lying in her favorite spot one last time?
I don’t know what to make of it. But it left me feeling really sad, and weirdly comforted at the same time.
It was a bright, sunny day. I had to leave the backyard through the gate, so I called my three dogs to come inside—as they’d definitely bolt the second they got the chance. I stepped out for maybe two minutes, and when I came back, I shut the gate behind me.
As I turned back toward the house, I saw a German Shepherd lying there, looking right at me, panting. I blinked, looked again—and there was nothing. Just empty space. I stood there, stunned. After the shock started to wear off, I went inside.
My girlfriend asked if I was alright. I told her what I saw, and her jaw dropped. What spooked her was where I saw the dog—because it was Goldie’s favorite spot to lie down. That hit me hard.
Goldie wasn’t with us long—only two years. My girlfriend first met her on a farm where she kept her horses. Goldie lived in the stables, used for breeding, and spent her days wandering the farmyard, chewing on rocks, waiting for someone to throw her a biscuit. She was old, ragged, with teeth in awful shape.
My girlfriend kept going on about her, telling me how the owners didn’t really care much about her, and that they’d gladly let us take her. With winter approaching and her story tugging at my heartstrings, I agreed.
She became part of the family. Two years later, she grew weak. Breast cancer. In her final months, she just slowed down more and more. We took her to the vet... but she never came back home.
So I don’t know—can dogs become ghosts? Did I see the spirit of my old girl, just lying in her favorite spot one last time?
I don’t know what to make of it. But it left me feeling really sad, and weirdly comforted at the same time.
