My brother's ashes were in one the rooms of our house and my Harlee would just go in there and sit just in side the room at the entrance...She wold go to the door so I would open it so she could go in...Now , a year later, and his ashes scattered at a lake, she doesn't care to go in the room...He had a head injury and she would lay on his head when he slept, so I know they had a bond...I felt comfort in her visits....(and I don't like ghost stories, but I felt it was my brother waiting to get put to rest) |