That is interesting Tonya..

I had something like that... but with my first dog.. Benny.

I was so depressed and upset that I couldn't think straight that day when we had to put him down. That night.. I was on the computer, upset, all teary-eyed, and I looked over to my right, and I saw HIM! He was laying on the rug, I swear to god, he looked up at me.. and he was relaxed. I blinked, and he was gone.. I just asked my mom if she saw him.. and mom said no.. and I knew.. he was there.. to let me know he was OKAY. I felt a lot better after that.. I guess I really wanted to see him ONE MORE TIME.. and I did.. and say goodbye to him.. That night, he was still with me.. when I went to bed, I felt something plop right next to me and something leaning against my leg, and it was him.. I miss that ol 'boy.. it's been 6 years now.